Perpendicular to God

when the colors forget we are too easily convinced. that they're never coming back. 

trust is a pendulum. 

we hang on with our plastic limbs. forced to let go as the momentum increases. 

when the numbers overlap and our last notions of choice are spent. gravity flips through its final pages and dares us to jump. 

to name our shallows. to embrace our oblivion. to find ourselves in the sting of its kiss. 

touch is a window. 

we press ourselves against its glass. 

strays in gilded leashes. 

seeing too clearly. what can never be had.