In the throws of the ruby red river that flows
through this darkening concrete devouring ghosts that float by.
I’m with them.
Up in the current and taken in whole
I’ve been struggling, strangling, others in tow.
Have my eyes gone missing?
Imagining sequences, playing back visions
by stereo air and fragmenting emissions,
I'm lost and found in.
The loneliest thing in the shape of a fist
that I wish I could bring in this bitter abyss is my petrified heart;
Still pounding.
Out on the balcony reaching out to who designed this epiphany
and what the sidewalks will do.
Am I just
In the process, it’s the means to the end
It’s the glass bottom vessels and the depths that extends to that spans
between us.
If I could, I’d cut through the cables and cords
but I’ll never be able, my knifes at the table with yours;
immortal.
Nothing is sacred and nothing is sure anymore
except all that you are and stand for
guide me toward your portal.
your portal
your portal
your portal
your portal
your portal
your portal
your portal…
