Carried by a single breath across the sky

watching time pass as ocean waves below

that cast marooned souls ashore

to be buried in the sand

already forgotten long before the sky breaks

and freefall takes hold

Then back to a world sleeping or dead

rushing through mirage

to wake again and believe once more

that the hallucinations are real

Every day I become more suspicious that we’re all playing parts in a farce that has no script.

Photo by Matt Paul Catalano on Unsplash

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: