Fanfare envelops people wandering absently,
While the noise of great distractions
Erupt upwards to conceal
The abstractions of their travels.
Nothing is real, crumbling thinly
While the weight remains in sure hands;
As the river pushes and pulls
And the tiny ebb fails to lull.
Our ignorance, careless and free,
Is intertwined in nature’s cautious lap.
Breathing as it breathes,
With the sweet taste of fragmented desire
Foreign and ignored
The river out sings
The haughty tone of swirling lust
As we, lost and alone,
Allow electric light
To fade and die away
Before it is ever allowed to burn.