sighs and groans as we uncover existence’s bones
scraped like the fragile leaves from the dusty road
spend another hour sitting quiet
it will inform you mind more than words
be a part of the symphony's excitement
without getting lost in the tones
we face the obstacle of our sporadic attentions
smitten by lust we become untrustworthy
smaller than a fly or like a tiny worm
we reply to comments made in jest with vitriolic acid
what is an uncontested conquest
who are these whales that we are in denial of
why do worms lick the offerings
as small hands touch your hair
i see infinity in every sentence
i taste your love in every essence
forensics reveal shields of information
yet the meaning hides behind these empty equations
should we even bother drinking from those streams
where knowledge gathers and spills itself completely
or would you rather undress in front of ignorance
as i set sail upon my quest to become wise
for how long will these sights be denied to us
while forests remain on fire your sad leftovers expire
with hands in your pockets you walk quickly to your left
i turn the corner and half expect to run into you
will you run away again or will you give chase
September's days are shorter than those nights
that you spent reading and cherishing your candles
i smell the amber and the sandalwood in your hair
i wonder if i dare become mortal again for you
sporting a winter coat in the summer
the angels arrive wearing their pajamas
ready for a slumber party in the basement
are these thoughts just fragments of memory
in shrouds of undigested material
do i really still appeal to you