the rain came
to rinse and repeat
born again
and again
when do things change?
another setting sun
on the same horizon
seen through a cracked window
music
free-falling
through noise
intrinsic sounds
capable of
empathy
of emotion
connections forged
without a word
creation
within a moment
adapt
that light’s been out for months
i’ve been trying to
differentiate
between my surroundings
without it’s gentle glow
but lately
I’ve found it easier
to see in the dark
purpose
remnants
unearthed and examined
for clues to a purpose
life viewed in linearity
but those rules
never quite applied
to what you were searching for
create
imagined reality
released
realized
the dust
from dark corners
swept into piles
turned into sculpture
impart yourself
add to the noise
until you hear music
looming
blankets of shadow
looming
impending
inevitable
float away with the storm
home awaits, patiently
illuminated by the sun
that you’d forgotten
melting
melting thoughts
seeing static
memories are
dripping
dissipating
a living mirage
a mist
dispersed in color
