look

the doors
are closed
this time around
don't know why
but i think i'd try
coming in through the windows

thought raids; sloshed psyches
from stomping my feet
in a brainstorm

the night will still come
when we no longer have any use
for eyes...

and the heart rends: splash-lights
from torched fears
tortured nightmares...

and we go way back
to a past
wrested from the
clutching arms
of the future

and

we'd chart our steps
through mazes...

and

we'll find our voice amidst echoes

and
a word that transcend words
and a world beyonds worlds

if only we'd just stay still
and
truly
look...