flickered souls
who mourn at night
accumulate to swallow
light
shredded strings
heal
battered snare
cures
these months
weren’t easy,
tonight is
transcend.
watch sorrow
bend
and morph into
pocket-sized
rivers of
vibrancy
we are
a sacred congregation
in blasphemous glory
all good things
come in
thousands
forget the man
the lies
and cry
i always wanna die
(sometimes)
long for nothing
crave it all
is this how it feels?
to be young?
I went to a 1975 gig and it was life-changing ok