Perhaps there is more than a rose color lightly dusting our water
Perhaps what nourishes is sub conscious dilemma
More than ******* determination
And perhaps it was meant to be a blinding acrobatic light
Dancing through incendiary reclaimed wood
Like old souls
For whatever that means
Repurposed for sympathy, stabilization, and nothing more

The last thing we see
before we go
is the infinite amounts of love, we felt
as the sun shown
& we were blanketed by snow

Perhaps I fear death as an answer to a problem
I'd rather debate
Perhaps it's a question I never asked
Or perhaps that coddled smoldering I feel is your true perch
Wet jeans
And brittled browned elbows, flapping as feathers
Perhaps you will go free
That is to say lightly, with a delirium’s touch
Perhaps I wish to wash you again
In all the epithets that is friends, family
That made me a man
And made us our mothers worst enemy

The last thing we believe
before we go
is the finite amounts of hate, we felt
as the moon rose
& we were blanketed by hubris
& home