My train of thought…
Has no passengers…

And timeless hands watch the hour’s expression
Wishing on flying rocks that burn with shame
Choking on answers to statements
Which question the mouth of the Earth
Breathing in the perpetual colors of sounds
And exhaling what is unsaid
It starts to get lonely in the winter sun
Whose eyes taste my thoughts
Without the fantastical reasons or midnight lighting
Sinking into the heavily burdened sky
Of worthless gold and dulled jewels shimmering in darkness
That I read across my tongue

And I guess…
I love it…