taste these sounds with your ears
a toast to our youthful years
leisure to be
composure to become
lights become brighter
flight becomes a little lighter
easier to a time of gravity
we are particles that don’t attract or repel
we simply float
in this plain of confidence and confusion we exist
so what now?
do the sirens echo?
does her body draw you closer to the inevitable ?
is the deep end too shallow?
perhaps the ashes smell like roses
the world is just maddened by space and time
maybe these truths you seek lay before your tainted eyes