We Are Breathless

Candle it dinners for two.

Huddled under lamp shades in abandoned run down tombs.

No food for thought, as ideas scatter around not even enough to rub 2 cents with the crowd.

Flutters of has beens and forgot lore of people I never was.

Masks peel back in mirrors new skin and undiscovered countries within waiting to explore.

Breezes give breath, and life after life as the reset buttons spark in the dim golden light.

New beginnings on track as the faces begin peeling, molten, and grafting in the noon light.

No shadows to run, no deaths to be won as the hatch-ling hatches in the grime and sand.

Or dust as they must eyes begin to buzz faces bloat between fingers like sinking sand.

Growth among most and toast to the pasts that always tease as they run off into the drains and lanes.

As first look at the worst that have been buried and burnt forty thousand times in various memories.

Blacklists fly at half mast boogeymen have fallen, died, and embodied just the same.

As the glisten hosts fresh new life boasts from rooftops to basements just as sane.

New again, new again as the rest detach flying on the mid day swoon.

Hovering close

Against the coast as the we exhale in all we do.