11.26.2013

Bliss

The sky is bright
again.
These thousands
of holes
retain
arterial blessings
of a foundationless
spirit,
held together
by strings
of others,
all lovers
in their
shit-skins.

How long will we remain in this youth?

The moon is dropping
again.
One single smile
lasts a lifetime,
I ponder
beneath the
twinkling stars
made asunder
by the tide
rolling in,
stretching
all across
the places
we've never been.

How long can we remain in this youth?

If ignorance
is bliss,
we've got boatloads
of good times
ahead.
I'm awakened
by the shock
of tin roofs
preaching freedom
again,
while inside we sin,
empowered by our
visions of immortality
till death.

How long till we die of this youth?