“the lanterns are made of gold”

Try to find a way out   

Tears so violent in yesterday’s youth

substances painting windows across time

A carriage mirrored across the sky

Fire shouting in a match to regain solidarity

Precision of a witness on the stands day in and day out

Past the motorcade men marching up and down their drowning faces

Try to sleep through a memory picked apart by broken needles silencing the truth

Voices crawl through the walls 

Voices break every last filament

Shaking the stain of regret

A dose of pain

a dose of hope running thin

Lost in the faith of memory gone astray

Faces of tomorrow drink from the laughter burning through the crowd

Breaking the ice in my heart day in and day out

Spinning around and around in the dark and light

Visions to guide past the violence written in their eyes

A sacrifice breaking the bread behind cathedral walls

The light shinning brighter and brighter

Forgiving the sins written across their eyes

Memories numb my 

telegraphic instinct

shaking through the floors

numbness taking over my skin

a loss of perfection

a loss of idealization

stop the heartbeat and take a second step

chemicals lost inside my head

an arrow splintering the details

a cause for alarm

a cause to disarm

ingest years and years from your veins

diffuse the crisis left hanging from your eyes

brace my back with window panes

crack every outcome like determination

look through the floating horsemen

run the bay to find you upside-down

every color carved through the wooden trunks

ageless color

shake the hidden truth from each branch

can I find you when I turn away?

can I find you through every horses’ step?

my madness, my true instinct

my illusion, lost in delusion

gallop against the sand pressing so far against your skin

jump through the carriage tumbling clear into your heart

telegraphic instinct