Lifelong
Posted: 17 Sep 2022, 00:11
Lifelong
They don't seem like much now,
the busted and the ones limping alone
filtered through sieves
of pure thought salvaged
from hundreds of years lying dormant
only to rise up in our sleep,
in the vacuum of dreams without judgment,
until morning and the roar of the sun
hungry for more living,
for the delusion that night never existed,
and the butterflies ramble on
in what little they know of time and tears.
They don't seem like much now,
the busted and the ones limping alone
filtered through sieves
of pure thought salvaged
from hundreds of years lying dormant
only to rise up in our sleep,
in the vacuum of dreams without judgment,
until morning and the roar of the sun
hungry for more living,
for the delusion that night never existed,
and the butterflies ramble on
in what little they know of time and tears.