Work in Progress. Take One.

I'll give it a shot

Who knew three hours could feel like a galaxy? Spanning across time innumerable and leaving shells of days where bright lights and laughing children used to play.

There's a feeling here that's more than what some would call one thing and less than something others would read about. Then, does it all even matter to a page on a vast and emotionless void of cyber-ether spanning the new multiverse that seems so much more reachable than the blank beyond out above our heads?

That's what's hard. Knowing that for once, maybe the sky lowered a bit and we can both reach out and grab our own little slice of the world, floating on deck chairs of cumulus and raining sex on the forgotten populace in ancient, broken, rhythmic humping. Like a jungle groove to ward off fear..

Here, I can be someone. I can be a King when everyone else sees a rat. Mixed with half truths and full truths for a change, those angels spread their wings aloft and fly into the dead of night, casting aside the standing feud for a dance tonight. Dance! Dance! Tonight, oh god tonight, dance. If nothing else you do, dance.

Tomorrow shoots into the sky from a megaton blast of molten fury. Sinking high in upside down anger, bats and laughter fill what was a calm sleep. Citizens awaken, shut your doors! We all burn tonight, on leathery wings crashing through windows of broken lust.