strands of imperfect love
stretched long to reveal array of colors.
buds bloom through amongst their dead,
remains of a rainbow just out of reach
grand evolution playing the part
passing through time for the art
that outlives us.

the water that surrounds us and becomes
fills our lungs with its weight
even so, air escapes as we exhale
and lifts protected in itself rising
as proof another world exists beyond.

frictionless yet not a vacuum
we become what we consume
but in a water-filled room
what else can we assume
but to fear the unknown
hoping answers reveal after long we've grown?

shine the light of awareness
spotlit with intention upon darkness that shrouds us.
justice is the seed that grows
so too are we who reap and become what we sow.
the might of the machine is matched by light green
that serves not to deprive but to live and be free.

helical thread traversing on the back of time
spiraling through matter to create indifference
satiating the thirst of balance
that will be all ours in due course.

please set me free from the shackles
of this pig-headed society.
free will comes at a cost
to look in the face of what can be lost,
disregarding through life times
surely coming home
to the eternal sunshine.