Just another statistic
On the government charts...

Images spit rhythm into the eyes
Of slow minds and fast dimes...

First hour of the day;
Health class; Joy...

Fireflies emit post traumatic
notions of existence...

Sitting here with the same pen,
Writing words I've seen to many times...

Tear drops glitter, staining time,
Time that lost direction in your mind...

Pale shadows fall on spaces
long lost to bitter words...

Two worlds of thought,
Converge on one axis...

Often thinking, we are dwelling,
No spirit moves our nature elsewhere...

What bathes in the light
Like a ladle of moonlit tears...

Sepia eyes descry
Obsolete sentiments...

Slip the thread through the needle,
Stitch the lie into our skin...