Where Both of our Hearts Meet

Lights shave the light years from our face considering all the plot holes, and indents that we carry. 

Hopeless hollows hover in an awkward salute the dense fogs that roll in the afternoons delight.

Covering the same ground the indents, and steps that waltz from day in and day out just robotic, and routine chip more hard lines through the never.

Lyrical miracles heavy and sound come from the doubts of the unknown as north fades to subtle variations of blue, as clouds chug along this brief dialogue as they unite out here in the drink. 

Moments heavy and heated burden then melt like snow into the ether so far the abyss has not stared back.

Shame waves, and sorrow flumes catch lungs off guard, and the witnesses that call in for the weather as they lose control on the freeway never to be heard from again. 

Lustfilled daydreams lay down in an open field forgetting where they were only to disintegrate as they fall forever. Ropes unhinge, lights flicker on, as the robots legs churn forward shedding it's metallic skin, and original sin. Oil burning blood boiling over as the light years, and lightmares come whispering directions home.