The Passed

Let it go he said wild as a cherry
Spin around to control the crowd
Eye and hair motifs outlast the paint
Worn costumes cast aside for drama

The effect of the made-up
Illusions that drive home the stage
Each place that the heart was crossed

Killing time with weapons like words
Being lost under the turning wheel

Thought loose impossible to trace
The movie of our lives watches us
Watching you

It never fades

Nearly every year now a new river forms
we hear your visions look and find the way
with the map we never bought
with the mind we do not control

Abandoned dreams sit in the warehouse
Shelves are empty

The passage takes the unwitting down
to a forgotten land, a world that nobody travels to
unless they fall first, fall and flitter in the sticky air

Brace yourself if you land you may scatter
under the rocks time laid for you to break upon

Now you walk about the orbiting silence

March 12th, 2024 7:36pm