Let’s talk about the sun setting this eve,
Or how the stars in the night sky bleed
The lights that dance and drown
In waters still, untouched, unfound.
Or those eyes, oh, that mahogany hellfire
Piercing, untamed; an arctic pyre.
Of breaking hearts and true loves lost.
The chances missed, those stray thoughts.
Let’s talk about death and dreams,
And evaluate the futures unseen.
Of detachment borne of distance
That somehow melts in an instance.
About games played, beyond recollection
Enchantment eclipsed with inattention.
Eskimos and boxes, and rules unreasonable
Blowers, and daughters and volcanoes unbeatable.
Let’s talk about truths, and maybe about the rumble;
Of words unsaid, and memories that are now jumbled.
How the smoke somehow veils the raw actuality,
How easily we give in to instincts trifled with morality.
But with this dalliance obscured in pompous utterances
Unvoiced musings do become common occurrences.
So let’s talk, shall we, about this secrecy we’ve embraced,
Of the rapture that disdain still hasn’t erased.
