"Sticks and stones
May break my bones"
But words shall hurt me more
Under the guard of night
Beneath clouded skies
I sit, eyes shut,
While my mind travels fathomless heights
To places beyond grey skies
Through �atmospheric pressure�
And leagues of lost time
To a place where it is always beautiful
Where noise is too fast to hear
So painful conclusions
"He loves me not"
Are "forgotten"
Just as the blind forget colors
They never knew at all
Where love letters shoot
Past oblivious eyes
That are too lost
In shimmering lights
That move
At millions of units of measurements a second
Where blue skies
And golden grass
Tall trees with knarled bark
And bright green butterflies
Or tall yellow flowers with brown faces
Cease to be
And are replaced
With balls of fire
And hazy worlds within worlds
Where entire states of being
Are cast into a black obyss
When tired of
And where gravity makes sense
But in different languages
Depending on where you are
In comparison
To the amount of loneliness and regret
You carry among you
And where you can see
Swans, lions, and wolves
All the time
Regardless of if it's snowing in Wisconsin
Or if the sun rose in the North East
Because the sun's always up
And you can't tell if it's at
70 degrees North or 23 degrees South
Because form here it always looks the same
Where 'here' means
Beyond distances that are not comprehendible
To the human mind
And boundaries are thrown down
To a place where limitations
Prevent wishes
From reaching the stars that birthed them
Up where everything is amazing
On January third
Or Thursday.
