DaysOfAberrance

I remember emotion Like the deaf recall a tune. I still have the notion, But even that will be gone soon. The songs are muffled at first, But the notes remain. I can still be immersed In musical joy and pain. But like a copy of a copy of a copy, Notes are lost and misplaced, The whole thing gets sloppy, A masterpiece defaced. Finally, the end of the blaze The last notes die in a frost Leaving the profound malaise That something beautiful was lost. Dead is the feeling I once had. Left in a mute concert hall, I wonder how it can hurt so bad, To feel nothing at all.

I cut candles straight down their waxy center just by looking into the flame. Slick peels of honeycomb melt into my palm and blister skin. Then the world ricochets forward. I plummet back into my body and there's a thick distortion in audio. A constant pulse at the back of my eyes, tuned to the rhythm of your heartbeat. I look for traces of you, but, God, you're lost. Leaves fall as paper lanterns from wooden fingers. Spiraling upwards on the breath of cosmos, back to Heaven, lit like the sun on a marvelous azure backdrop. I needed your wisdom, but all is gone. Christ, you're dead. Atheists are not meant to love. Realists