These chaotic words
in a moment
when the fear overcomes us;
we're clutching to hope
in the form of a pen
and a frantic confession,
revised ad nauseum,
all in an earnest attempt
at any redemption
or even acknowledgement
that we're here.
from the canyon
we're not how we seem:
unkind and unclear
and blurred past the thresholds
by waves of uncertainty
here in our unquiet despair
with the revelations,
near our sad disrepair
and the isolation.
Track Name: Our Time in the District
We're not going anywhere
until we get some answers.
Postures: everything we've got,
all that we had at hand.
We're holding on for dear life,
and we don't know why.
Track Name: Theme 31
We discovered a long-lost town.
We're dissecting its ruins now,
and the synced, but static, timepieces among them;
iconic art, discarded, in fragments with
perpetual shadows on its surfaces.
We share a glance;
it's too late for them now.
We've uncovered this painted scene.
We're left questioning what it means.
Prosperity withered away quickly,
frozen in a moment so that we can see
this glimpse of it in idle curiosity
on this hallowed day.