In them,
In the moment huh?
What does that mean,
Here you go,
  While being planned ahead,
A single glimpse on the horizon,
Made scorching hot out of lunacy,
The definition of loneliness incarnate,
Made real by the blooming horizon,
The feline’s tail disappears in the shadow,
  As you make your way towards it,
      Why not stay and let me hold you tight,
Glimpse of the light,
    The future seems so shaky,
Resting on a fulcrum point,
    There’s no way of measuring the intensity,
    In the downstrokes,
   Angrily this laden sadness,
Makeshift in moonlight desperation,
       Perfection never reached because,
       I splattered **** on the bowl,
    Then I turned around,
  Didn’t even see the tail,
     And started conversing lines that made no sense,
I just love the conditioned response,
     Keys chattering in the night
No one can hear but the wind and me,
     The desperation in my narrative,
What it will all amount to I cannot say,
Exceptionally dull in its futility,
          If only to impress the one I fell in love with,
   And stillll reminisce about to this moment,
                The artist’s daughter,
           Full of awkward sunshine and presumably
Already spoken for beauty,
      I was amazed to learn that,
Artists roamed this town camoflouged.