Whirring Worlds

Wisps of your hair
Dancing in the wind
You’re gazing
Further than the distance in front of you.
Lips parted
Exhaling icy breath
You’re numbing
Too far away to notice the chill.
Fingers clenched
Tensing many  tendons
You’re fighting
All of the demons who’ve dared.
 
Stillness.
 
To deny the whirring worlds inside of one another
Deem ourselves as too taboo to touch
In any place other than outside of ourselves
Slam your heart into my hand
Scream, starry-eyes streaming, that everything is as real as you feel it to be.
Rip down the tapestries
Scorch sunrise-sunset
Strip us to our tattered cloths of battle
Arm the few who’ve never believed the facades as true
Open the eyes of those who have succumb to the illusion
Sacrifice everything
Everyone
Because where we live is a realm of discretion
Where too many learn too little of indiscreetly meeting
The point beyond the skyline
The emblazoned path
The red-eyed beasts along the way.
 
And the sheer fact that this stillness safely resided in
Is a mirage
in the guise of actuality.