Requiem

Do you stutter on words like poetry 

While reciting your empty philosophy 

I feel my body moving, but it's moving through you. 

The mirrors are reflections of themselves 

And pull through broken shelves of noon

 I know we're goin', yes I know we're goin' soon. 

Someday when the moon is sunk in the marshes 

And your lungs breathe in sighs of departures 

I know it's coming but I don't know when 

I can't stop feeling, I can't stop dreaming of the end. 

We made beautiful graffiti on tin cans of bleeding symmetry 

And the stars were one with your beliefs

And the car seat dropped with your ribosomes 

But I know it's soon, yes. 

I know that place is comin' home. 

I stutter on words I do not mean

And read books I cannot leave. 

Where thoughts are swaying,

I know they're swaying towards you. 

~ Breezy