this is an intermission.

this is the in between, the lawless

middle ground. this is heavy rain

melting snow and flooding the streets.

this is peace and

conflict cohabiting on the same plane,

where water is fire depending on

how one blinks.

this is the silence of religion,

a space where life and death instead

never existed.

here, there is no search for a God

that abandoned us, and He will

not come looking for us. the shock of it

wears off after an infinity has passed.

it snows when it is sunny

here, and hail will pass through your

body leaving bruises that don’t hurt.

this is nothing existing parallel to everything,

where smog fills your veins and

replaces what keeps you alive. you are not

alive nor dead, instead a smoking husk on a

grey cloud.

but this is just an intermission, this is safety

and this will not hurt you.

this will not hurt you.

trust me.

mx kade