If I could stand on a metaphor
trust me, I surely would
I would forage in the sand
if I could weather the ****** rain
I should've become a man in two tenfold breaths
and learned the only reciprocal is pain
and only certainty is death
or so it would seem
if we could stand on this metaphor
it'd collapse. we'd watch it
shatter in time-lapse
and we found;
every ocean had dried
in every insect's dream
as light flickered outside
there was never enough of it to go around
as we set foot on rough, shaky ground