we were burning
on fumes of our night
twirling under
a somber street light
you seem to echo
like vibrations
of the foundation
of our limitations
languor pulls
words transcend
we’re spinning in circles
calling for cessation
i used to wonder
how this would be
the final conversation
we converse in spirits
in rhymes without reasons
and i take you between fists
not to feel
but to grip
between something
which feels like this
we’re dancing in paces
stuck in paraphrases
a hundred different faces
could you even fathom?
two atoms and a beat
one atop me
another beneath the street
of where i left you
in fall of 23
we take meaning
out of moments
while the moment
still exists
we forget bliss
in our desires
building wildfires
in the distance
a self destruction
a fixation
of self isolation