The dissolution of ego leads to the reclamation of self.

The moon rises
inside of the quiet dusk
waiting until 11:46 to wake up
dissolving its sense of purpose
cleaning the streets of garbage
drowning Canaan in its milk

In its dissonance (and resonance,)
every silver path it cuts into the concrete underneath my feet
every whisper
is telling me to turn back now
or face the full fury of and endless black universe
working its hardest to put out every nuclear reaction in the sky

The quiet cuts the corner
As brutally as a gunshot wound to the face

Some time (last time),
I found myself lost in a desire to become something else,
to be invisible and impossibly loud,
while the sound of my boots on the pavement pound out an irrevocable rhythm
as hypnotic as the promise of immortality
as comforting as the promise of eradication

It beckons me in a lunar way
every tree branch that blows in the gray fabric of this useless night
dares me to throw the rain back at the sky
dissolves the uncertain assurance that I may never be the fat cat in the Armani suit
or the skinny kid who's too shot to shoot
but characters are for those who want to be listed on the playbill

and some of us don't need it

A crow cries "murder" and it sounds like a threat
so I mumble something about lack of gravity and lack of gravitas under my breath
and start walking the other way
back towards singularity


I tried to count the stars
and I stopped counting somewhere around the red shift
wondered why the smooth and polished idea of a permanent universe
just wasn't good enough for people like us
wondered when the world fell down
wondered why it didn't make any noise
why we continued to plant ideas in its stiff white fragrant rot
and when we decided to hold her until she disintegrated into dust.

I shouldn't be out this late,
it's remarkable I am,
I think I'm turning into a Turing test of meat circuits and regrettable diodes
I should be sleeping, there seems to be work that needs done.

I see eyes in leaves
blinking like strobe lights,
And my fingers are starting to get numb,
i feel this city breathing again and it's making me dizzy.


The doorknob begins to turn
with a minimal amount of pressure
and I slowly change my pace as I walk up the stairs
I'm ready to sleep, and I haven’t really in a while,
I don't want to scare it away.

The universe continues to expand
but we continue to coalesce...

seems we don't get much right down here.