rhetorical solipsism
consumed in color
consuming motivation
following fiery inhales with
carbonated antidote
last sip and
last breath
before the next
if you see him
in the woods behind that house or the
lake that I spent
hours staring over
maybe the log where he
took mushrooms in
where I sat in
the rain the wind the cold
if you see him
if you see me
tell him that it’s not always
I know it’s never always
a startled awakening from
places hidden from light
quickly forgotten
while the familiar apprehension
of the rising sun sets in
dissolve and begin
the believer for today
the heathen for tomorrow
I’ve always thought adaptability was a strength of mine
lately, I wonder what recognizing yourself looks like
where those pieces of me ended up
and if I want them back or not
soft lips from a memory
the blur of your visage
so close to mine
show me your cautious
vulnerability
and I’ll find the rest in your eyes
I hope it feels like home
wherever you are
reading promises
in the back of notebooks
covered in dust
and lined with hope
a world gone by
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
free-falling
through noise
intrinsic sounds
capable of
empathy
of emotion
connections forged
without a word
creation
within a moment
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
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
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
