Nous Sommes

We are

The desperate leftovers

Clinching at fragments of the night

Essential belongings casually misplaced

Strewn all about the Northern suburbs

In chaotic moments, bare and humble

We are

Indulgingly the world’s greatest critics

Inevitably our own undoers

Yet endlessly satisfied with petty reflections

Of those who passed through, without malice or intrude

We are the shreds of screaming life

Teeming with unsubstantiated attitude

The essence of ignorant youth

Half dead and far less than half enlightened

In a place of neutral existence

We are

Embracing the carelessly placed flames

With vague shrouds of notions of safety

We are the pieces that the night threw away

Wandering aimlessly

Navigating through lost without handles

Misplaced limbs - a possible cause for confusion

We are

Experiencing vague notions of romance

Chosen to fall witness to this sunrise sky so red and orange

The heavens are on fire and well alive with indiscriminate whispers of god

We are

Slaved to those neurotransmitters residual

In the haze of an ether of a dream of a lunge

And then of someone else’s dream again and again

Endlessly, perpetually, falling away from our right minded occupational habits

We are

On the verge of inescapable collapsation

Simultaneously indestructible, essentially complete

Yet irresistibly fragile - all the while and twice more

We are relentlessly charging forward to hopeful and virgin territories

We are on the precipice of knowing

We are chasing those moments of perfection

With the passion of infinity

We are