Did a green flash haunt you in the night?

Did it hold you in contempt and make you doubt your own eyes?

Then did you stare into the stillness or were you honest with your mind?

Tell me if you can dream under the very same sky?

We watch from different carnations as the sky parts heavy plumes with blinding tomorrow, today.

Witness- to ruthlessly carved shadows across the hour.

The endless reveals the weary observers, no matter the fact.

Our distance obscured by the familiar.

We know…The ether ever warm and inviting, will only turn into bitter wind.

Like grit between teeth then bone to the ground.

Wether dreams end or arrive, goodnight. Goodnight.

Glaring emeralds born from bass.

The glow on this display feels like the flesh and stubble on your face.

Swirling grain that tastes like whiskey.

And just looking at it fills me up- like the way you’d say you missed me.

The way the switch flips smells like a storm before and after.

And when it queues to my phone it sounds like your laughter.

Your charm, a dead ringer for the next song ahead.

I can feel you the room, if only between the frets.

I crave that vibe- so tart... then sweet.

And I like the way the lyrics make me feel you at my feet.

Then there’s the tension between my fingers and lever,

It flows like our bodies forever ravaged in fever.

Starved.

But They can provide... til we’re bloated

if by nothing but crumbs.

As if bountiful,

as though gifted.

We are fed.

A so-called harvest along hallowed trails.

Where we pray,

Ease the hunger.

Fruitful,

one would think.

Til worn from wander,

then flooded by wonder.

Leaves us trudging,

if only for swollen morsels.

And yet still starving.