The Overflo

Congruence  Slipping through the fingers too faulty to string them along Neon lights saved us on frozen nights  Tasted nuances that would have let us know and be known Luxury beads of wisdom sing in reverberance  Promises and keep sakes for heaven's sake embrace the daily esteem All this time the slope inclining the temporal cognitive throughs All this life waiting for upper echelon to make its move above the waves of floating hopes Severance in advance the fragrance of the plotting scopes Changes in habits, caving from panic, trust that is barely broke Weighted among cavities that nearly collapse the ghost we were fleet and steer on tracks that bind Congruent place holders fall through the windows we barely keep pressed Giving up the molds, and exemplifying roles modeled too late Sinking upward Numbing touches from distant signals