We Talk .....
we sit next to the fire, wish upon the flames & talk as if we’re immortal
we talk about our thoughts & how they introduce us to more empirical ideas
we talk about ‘the days” & wonder why the formulas change more than we do
sometimes frail exclamations can sound like hysteria
some days irrevocable words guide blind minds
knowledge surrounds those who we call the tinted reflectors
we talk & turn words into roadmaps for illusions
from there we see our pleasures get to a higher meaning
subtle wonders now fancy our conversations about unfortunate events
holding onto our pain we talk about our fears
we talk about the shadows & the footsteps
earth has little humor for humanity‘s soliloquies
and the worlds limbs open & want to be loved