spiraling down the depths of time
captured by an instant of inspiration
breathe out and fade with the evening
miraculous like the first rains
conversing and colluding with the ancients

a slight shift in the amalgamation of things
take what you can and leave
overthrown by shaky legs and bludgeoned heart
love is a listless dinghy tossed by every wave

catapulted like a pebble from shallow streams
glinting in the sun until it splits the seams
releasing a neverending rush of dreams

dispersed in an array of consensual alibis
branded like skins of forgotten tribes

close is a metaphor for dear