Stimulated

Comforting they say “You

   Are supposed to be here”

The message implanting faster than jerky trips of an eye

We’ve found magic in the solitudinous company

Roadtrips set in the ticks of our shortest hour

Suburbs of the divine

Disguised as a pit stop, large enough to obscure the view of the stars

Sprawl barely worth passing through, small enough to be disregarded

But rumbling over a hill, it’s viewed splayed unabashedly

Immobile lights glisten as they travel upwards seeking the edge of our time

Even without your shadows it’s remarkable

We travel in search of a guidance heart, a lightweight’s reassurance

And find our sparkling euphony

 

Author's Note

Wrote this pretty quickly last night, good or not at least I'm producing!

Reviews

[Justin]

its good in the words of borat very nice