the cigarettes
the incense
the look in my eyes
it all burns.
wax nostalgia with me for a moment
while waves of music wash the air
if i could just take time
by the hand
i could figure it all out
i'm sure
it all fits together
like shards of broken glass
broken apart from the same mold
hands on my hips
hands on your lips
the world will devour you
if you'll only let it
this moment
this night
when existence
both crystal clear
and blurred at the edges
seems to stop.
it pours into this tiny vessel
ready to be grown and broken
while tugging at the seams
and discovering absolutely everything.