disrupt
the quiet tune,
erupt
yonder bloom.

I wonder
how long
we’ll wander.

It’s not a game,
but we’re winning
anyway;

must be insane
to consider us sane,

but who does?

the look in your eyes
constellates what we create,

in the valley
of star dust
and car rust,

we fell in bed
in a house
without a roof,
and hoped for rain;

oh, how we prayed.