Our circus dreams have fallen
apart, and your forever eyes
drift over skin too light, too dark,
without the shine
of curdled non-existence.

Clips of a movie
contemplate themselves
inside my eyes and show
true colors as the train
collides with the end of its tunnel.

(And you didn’t think it was possible)

Something drifted from our
entwined fingertips
as we silvered our way into
the hearts of impressionable boys
with insubstantial beliefs.

The vineyards used to light up for us,
the stars used to play our favorite songs,
planets would have rotated
in the wrong direction
if we had asked them to.

(But now our superpowers have betrayed us)

We are still clever in our sunshine
even though that star burnt out
a century ago.

Nothing can sedate us anymore,
but we don’t need those dentist’s drills,
our teeth have been perfect
ever since we stopped eating.

(Yet somehow, we don’t miss food)

This is no heaven, but it’s no hell, either.
We live in a constant state of
decay, our fingerprints gone,
our nails and hair stopped from
their growth spurts.

Nothing could make us behave
as we are meant to do, now.
We have no innocence left,
not since we glided off the beaten path
with a wave of our silver fingers.

(And they said magic didn’t exist)