dressed to kill in a reflection

the place is empty and words bounce in freestyle freefall here. i imagine the walls painted pitch black and the words fly in neon dayglo glory. and it comes up like a murmur undecipherable until the voices meld as one and it becomes a mantra. this is late night so my eyes they are closed and i find i can keep the world at bay [that one - not the one i welcome].

and as the voices fall in silence around me, and the words scatter like rain fleeing the sunshine. i recognize that this night is not so unique. it is like the night before it, and the night before that one as well. they muddy in my mind, until the morass has to be

abandoned.

escaped

oh if only. if only flight gave you wings true

listening to