Travelling Music

we languish in the severity of the void. ripe and losing our grip on the detached pantomime that life presents. the sharp intensity of desire. simmering in time's graceless stench.

the mind's scale. struggles to measure our nothing. the body's pendulum sways. simultaneously heavy and weightless. the truth interrupts our surrender. with curious promises of a surface above.

the hours convene to discuss our progress. sorting flesh and choices into equal piles. assuming all are worthless.

it's not far between this life and the next. just one small bridge i'm afraid to cross.