neon time capsule
hung over our heads
half broken thoughts where drunks stupor
i stared past, right into you
as you waved your body in front of this one woman crowd
i bow
to all that is implied of you
how does one handle such grace?
where does one define such feeling?
when time is nothing but fleeting
but you are nothing but faith,
to me.
i rally my head around and
i finger the emblem of knowing
that this body before me
is infinite.