Piece

Wrapped up in this deafening cacophony
we run our mouths
                                     Words like elixir
            numbing
While we repeat magic phrases
allowing us to remain
                      broken
in shambles
                      An array of scattered memory
pieced together
held only by a frayed exterior
                                                                         infinitesimal
The time and distance:
our atom bomb
                      without fuse

Setting aflame this frame
I look upon what a wonderful mess we’ve made
In foreign stature
                                     I fall upon these knees
                                     baring witness to our final demise
                                                                         endless in the end

Tempted to turn back
to revisit some lost ruin
map-less and betrayed
                                     We swallowed the key
                                     then washed down the remainder
                       drunk
                                                               within our separate reality

Dedicating myself to excavation
amidst the rubble of this crumbled kingdom
                                     Signs still pointing back
                       to when it all began

Bellowing softly
ruthless and dramatic
Like some bold ballet
we allow our bodies to sway
                            Curving listlessly
                            Bending to the point of break
                                                                         yet we release
                                     every time