Years Later Better Not Be Now

In the reflections of disunity in the paradise of night. The lasting after effects of worthless divinity. Taking flight over the glistening hills. Wet with life. Teeming with the vengeance to burn the concrete. They say it’s a pity. But I believe. The fires just slower manifesting as roots and leaves. There will be no moment of silence as long as the epilogue. The trailing off our mistake. As the last screams become wind. Shielded in the shell. Homes in our minds. Safe and secure. Passing the moments when we were deemed dead. Leaving behind little more then scraps and trash. Just like everyday lives just more quiet. More subdued in the breeze. Solitude as an exercise as normal as breathing. Crashing onward to where form become void. Waiting for listless momentary moments. Without hesitation. To become one with a nothing. Joined together at the nihilistic nexus of existence. Or the question itself.