My Song

My Song

Describe the water in an ocean.

Give me perception.

What is fear but a wretched demon?

The light I see dives and surfaces for air only to disappear again.

Do you shift with the empty wind?

That is longing my friend.

Discontent.

Laughter is the food that may appease it.

Survival does not feed the soul.

The will to live.

Let's steal the sun, moon, and stars into our memories and gloss over the empty with art.

Don't be selfish, my friend!

Can you not see the bold moon pasted on a black chalkboard of peering holes?

Casting its soft, silverish coaxing breath.

Onto bare vulnerable veins.

Me.

Can you not see the frightened sun behind its clouded window as the uncertain rain chastises the dry air lightly?

Me.

Anything and everything unmutated (for "intended evil" is a mutation of the dead soul).

Me.

And you.