I want to lose myself,
bathe
in your stream of consciousness.
As one,
harmonies emit
in time
underlining
why, together
we speak in rhyme.
Flood out
over riverbanks of existence
my contradictions
and I will settle
into better
bedflows.
For it all started
a bit skewed.
Long ago,
we climbed our way
out of a lake
to be greeted
with soiled hands.
Yet every now and then
it rains
and I am cleansed
a little deeper
of this land.
Dare I think
you are in food
or plastic party cups of booze?
A bodily way to understand
the consequences
of our actions
on your plan?
It’d be funny
to envision you
in form of paper money,
witnessing
just what we spend you on.
It’s almost chilling
to consider
the musings I have littered across
this page
are manifestations
of what
you’d say
for me to deliver…
Light and dark condensed
into a ball:
We are only sunspots
in your burn
afraid to deny the shiver
of cold hard proof.
Well, the air may be invisible
But I breathe it to stay alive
and sense the wind
upon my face
to evoke the tears
that faith provides.
Every tree, then, is an ear
and every fruit
a prayer answered.
And withered twigs
are just a cancer
waiting for your cure…
If you exchange every "you" for an "I" and every "I" for "you" it works out in every way...
just read it again with that in mind :)