People pass by in blurs,
whimsical figures of
Ash and Rose.
As the day presses forward,
lips begin to loosen
and our narcotic is gossip.
If you look too close,
injury is guaranteed.
You will be unraveled
by who you taste,
and what you meet.
The candles in the windows,
all start falling apart.
The seam is torn, the mask
has been shed, and now the rain,
and now the rain.
Drops tear through your face,
chipping away at the sarcophagus.
Like a baby exiting the womb,
you awake scared
and overwhelmed,
but you hold the light now.
You move forward slowly,
but deliberately.
Though you are now undone,
you are free to move
where your Mind may take you.
And now, the rain.
