try as i might
i just couldn’t capture
the light
right
at night
navigating mad histograms
and time lapsed dead zones
faces were blurred
and hearts were constrained
as distant objects
lingered in translucent chaos
moving mists surrounded our shallow minds
as we shifted focus
waning in lost time
the blue hour guides
our diffused memories
lowering our ritual resolution
and we’re always
calculating the contrast
of a raw heaven
that’s always just out of reach
as passive empires
rain soft madness
on our over-saturated souls