Abundant Stages

there are no ceilings in the lies that we tell.

we drown under the infinite capacity of flesh.

cartoon martyrs in crayon tomes. 


there are no floors under our feet. 

just the din of perpetuity gripping our throats. 


the turth is immense.

a tangled fracture of oblivion. 

in a room without windows.


we play.

and are played with.

toys without rules. 


time bites down hard. 

devouring our fragile smiles.


we chase the distance. 

tempted by its generous frowns. 


we bargain with abyss. 

because we know,

that gravity always wins.