Underground Undulations
01/28 2023
Through underground undulations,
Powering through our feeble defences,
As if anxiety is overcome by congratulations.
Smoke rises to distant fences.
She stands with closed arms, disappointed.
I study in an effort to improve my mind.
Drifting, I find the seeds for weakness,
My soul is hit from behind, turning me blind.
Words are infinite. They know me best.
She constructs them as disjointed.
The future keeps us both occupied,
We think of things and what they mean,
I try to forget the things I said, how you cried
You try to keep your silhoutte from being seen.
She warns me, I'm nothing but a dream.
Should we feel so alone in the green and the red
Shining on our faces by the entrance of the woods?
Carefully we tip-toe around the groans of the dead
And echo the wisdoms of yesterdays kings & rooks.
She tells me I'm coming apart at the seam.
Love is a struggle to let go.
As we go down somewhere below.
As you get on the bus for Idaho.
As words come out in the dimming glow.
She says to blow out the candle and get back to bed.