Over stimulated
Mentally exasperated
Every second another byte
Another sight
Another post
Another friend
Another show
Another famous boast

Another perfect story
Another fabricated glory

It shows you nothing,
but a pluck of the string

A million waves collapsing in time
A chaotic, crashing chord
Who could’ve guessed?
The answer was you.

Our freeform entanglement
Undone by the winds of two
Rolling like tumbleweeds
Through the reel of an old country film

You’re my twinkling star—
How we wonder what we are,
Drifting past the world of thought,
A light no gem has ever caught.

I reach
My hand swirls
Throws my mental pearls
To the vat of the world

Mix it
This time it’s it
The perfect dish
Our delish

Your eyes
My words
Your feeling
Our meaning

The wind begins with trees
No trees, no sound

Only movement

No whispers

Life begins with me
No me, no you
Only thoughts
No words

My mind, our trees
With sound, with you
Always moving
Pleasant whispers

Our ephemeral reality
It wisps like smoke in the wind
As glowing sparks from a campfire
Swirling to darkness

In the light
Through the grey
Around the corners
Beyond the fog

Above all skies
Below its guise
Outside our minds
Inside our souls