truth and consequence
a fog under the sun
quiet and unfeeling
in these empty spaces
opposites don’t attract
anymore
and now only these dismissive
signs and symbols
direct our hungry souls
cold, and undersold
like a pattern on hold
we flash backwards and forwards
through this rubber matrix
with no apparent direction
wandering in a delicate
and insane scenery
the word escapes the mind
and time
is no longer a creative fantasy

conquered by a digital impression
can we escape
this subliminal depression?
no more promises
just scattered ecstasies
and hopeful premonitions
solid and stationary
we toss faded dreams against the wind
and wait
for a radiant release

dispel the tortured imagery
that reflects a fragile heart
don’t bend, ascend
find the frequency,
the classical vibration
that breathes chaotic lyrics
into a singular conciseness
no longer asleep
we are alive in the shadows
and our wet eyes water
spectating flowers
of new beginnings