Never
ARC
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it could be tomorrow
it could be a fortnight
it could be until the end
of the sun
I could still dream
every conscious moment
all through the grayness of day
and in shivering, salty sleep
under mocking constellations
creatures
lovers
gods like you
-
I lie
dreaming restless dreams
togetherness
a bond unbreakable
forged in silver conversation
not gilded by trappings of status
no gold
low rungs
the ladder may fall
the ground lies close
as breathing
-
me, rodent in a wheel
spurred
needing something
not truly knowing
what why how
who
they tumble past
in cycles
lips
eyes
skin
hearts
stolen
fragmented
ripped apart
cast aside
-
not you nor I
may ever guess
why I am this way
negative charge
balance corrupted
schizoid ions tugging
all energy lost
long past lies my fallen world
the first
and new ones grow
hopeless as before
cut off by a clich├ęd phrase
shattered by a sideways glance
-
your words flow
scarlet ink
pulsing through my veins
thrumming in my head
tingling on my lips
resounding in my heart
they speak with a voice
whispering to my wounded soul
something I finally understand
something simple, clean and real
truth?
-
my mind deceives me
mulling it over
sweet poison cider
my heart drinks gullibly
greedily
craving substance
culturing fantasy
one more stupid senseless girl
-
your words never leave
spin the disc
pounding notes
ringing strings
screamed refrains
reverberate
drum it out
drum it out
your words never leave
-
it could be until after always
for ever remains
finite
forever goes on
-
it could be
until the end of the sun
after millions of dreamers
billions of dreams
are dashed to pieces
against the cold roughness
of rocks and reality
and your eyes
would never see
me
myself
I
am
you