And were floating
As a result of natural causes
Coating a rusty ceiling
With our sweet fingertips
Reminiscing of the sounds of
Water lilies for lost babies

You remind me
Of a haiku
Of simple sorrow
Or a peaceful aircraft
Landing on a barren strip of land

And be thankful for all you’ve never had
We need heroes in this era
Or at least those willing to help

And we’re thinking
(as we bounce of lampshades and bleached tablecloths)
How to get down
Without creasing our left hemispheres
Or breaking our hearts
When we hit the velvet concrete
(cracked and tarnished by passing natural violence,
Things like deaf silence and spiked heals)
We’re thinking of ways
To save ourselves

And we’re weaving chardonnay
Into paper plates
So they can melt away into frozen soil
With elegance
And kids can play hopscotch
With diamond decadence
And flowers can grow up to be bombs

If we concentrate
We can fade into backdrops
And lightweight golden props
We can translate beauty
To humbling mistakes
And our works of struggle
Can evaporate
Without consideration

They are not as loved anymore
Cause we know days of nothing
Will sum up to weeks of something
 
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