And dance around the fires
We create with them.
Keep us warm, oh great
sacrifice of confettied writing.
We burn the evidence of our
Attempts to extrapolate
the trappings of
our minds.
Memories arise and
Dicipate as we discredit
Previous encounters.
Melting in tandem with
Commemoration of the
Bodies we knew, of the
Conversations that reverberate
In our subconscious; voices in
Impending situations.
Audible footsteps approach;
The light- a flickered blur of surroundings.
Then smash of dark and lonely;
Cracking knees and ankles-
An addition to the continuation,
As moments add upon an infrastructure
That struck inexorably.
Presence echoes and overcomes the
Precedence of burdened stride.
Eyes daft, a lack of speculation.
Pursuit of fancy;
Words entangle in common conversation.
Sincere effort to emancipate
The confines, unavoidable
External conjectures.
Footsteps mirror each other;
Soles cross paths in unison
For a time.
Anticipated wave of
Inertia with the encounter of
Another.
Modes of
Transportation on a Sunday
As we walk around the margins
Of this place.
Feel the rain drip
Down foreheads, down
Bare skin and stomachs
To our feet.
