P A R A
Lights pop
Fragile, grey
We lit, now we sway
The heat of this day
The warmth in a plastic box
Oh how I yearn for such
radiated love to soothe me!
Queues weave
Eyes are dancing
We sit, now we sway
Looming reams that make me whole again
I stack and dribble with the variation
Fuck this place is my dream!
I am to lick every inch, when my turn comes.
Metal shudders
Mirages form
Perpetual noise
Heavy eyes seek lore that is ne’er writ
The masses cannot be wrong so I am another.
Blind me my sweet mother
and make me sweat until the end of all!