Bright Sunlight
Bright sunlight in the middle of a dark night
It burns and churns silent, dormant
It waits for the other, another?
It’s too soon to tell.
If the big bang started this fire no one ever would have noticed,
It happens on a daily basis in these parts
Tumultuous terrors invading the tiny tubes of life
Pumping excitement to all the wrong places
It’s confusing really, and slightly uncomfortable
This is the way it was, wasn’t, and always is
It’s impossible to tell what day and second may have passed
(If that was even a day)
The calendar runs on memories and sentiment
A far cry from the nine to five
Memory’s rule this barren land
And they span for weeks
They agitate like splitting
And spit on fires meant to be whole
Homeostasis is under fire
And camouflage can no longer hide the weakest
This is a desert
A minefield
A battering ram
And a threat to the living
It seems that the last living souls have taken control of this area
Sitting content, satisfied with their doings
The mere thought of them is a catastrophe
They burn bridges, homes, and extinguish the light
Tonight is darker than usual
The candle is gone and the sunlight fleeting
Put down and out by another nightmare
Someone’s nightmare
Somewhere out there
Kerosene dreams are shaded
While the night keeps quiet
