We woke up today to an environment
in past tense
bees falling from the sky with
pictures of what things were like then
before plastic palms hiding metal skeletons disrupted communication
or maybe it was something in the food?
When we are constantly producing and re-presenting
with voices tinted red and violent
screaming past each other
without a glance backwards
we will never forget our selves.
Under the blanket of night
we stole secrets, glances, feelings of
how your eyes settled so sweetly in mine
followed by lips and whispers of
hatred for lies and other untold dreams.
But like those who came before us
we found that the weight of regret only hangs
heavily on necks overprotected
and passionless, that occupying hearts
if only for a short time
liberates our desires from the stranglehold of time.