[Split Eight]

we evolve from loops. paths. patterns.
reality erodes with age.
when the beam of your flashlight
is no longer enough. pray for dawn.
no closer to home. so close to alone.
so what if I like myself better when I'm high?
imperfections in the pebbles distorting,
aqualescent in the stream.
and what words will we find
when they're all already stored behind the screen?
archaism is the prospect of a ghost
before you or before you, whichever is more easy to believe.
stuck between the morning and the eve.
I've always felt more free, doing what I desired,
let irrationality get the better of your dreams.
the more left for tomorrow, the more that I can sleep.
we are uniquely flawed, and so humanity's basis
is accepting human nature.