Geckoed
blindly , was hope a thing then?
inspiration, faith , or reason?
That thick dense canopy
filtering out
illuminating warmth of the inexhaustible,
unextinguishable light.
Where even truth stumbled among debris
fallen , careless, strewn and broken branches,
an age old path buried beneath,
poisonous weeds, rising untrained from dank, soiled bases.
blindly
on the ground
in the radioactive puddles
flames
I found
starlight in decay
in frenetic play
grasping
holding on tight
with all it's might
let go of the fight
he can find you in no light
everything is gonna be alright