westid

what brings me to you, it brings you to me… inside, from time to time, it betrays us both. aeons ago when we led every path we walked with burning torches, making sacrifices down the river. purity, redemption, the devoted. we revelled in your familiar form. such a mechanism of thought, you make ripples in the water that go on forever as you wade through the thick irony of nature. it doesn’t matter who is right, or righteous, or wrong. so wrong, this is not a good time. but self sabotage inherits us all. the worst time is the best time, you can be as real as the present moment but there is a reality you grow ever weary of denial – enough that it gets to you from time to time

how quietly are we really taken there. it’s a spirit that wanders away to come an find me when everything up there tries to go quiet for a bit, echoes of itself. not complicated; its real frustration is in the simplicity under which it moves around in your thoughts. i lay back, poisoned with whatever is in the water you walk through, leaving the bright colours painted onto everything you touch. to a mind like this, it’s a ransom that couples and tightens around your neck. what is written of it; “this is only a matter of time.”

i can’t see beneath the shimmering light on the moving water, enough to blind me from the vines spreading toward me underneath. they pull myself from under me, and i fall tightens around my ankles all of a sudden right before i fall. in such time, it gives me long enough to realise what’s about to happen, but no time at all to get away from you, siren burning my eyes with the mists you cast around me when i zombied my way toward you, brainwashed by the way that you walk; concussed when my head hits the ground beneath the waves, the reflected lighting of it moving across your face as i lapse out of consciousness

we both saw it coming, i was only if anything the last to know. will i drown with the blood that pours out of my eyes and my ears? if you keep your grip on me so tightly, spreading underneath the surface beside you. underwater i run out of time, while you play with your hair and sing. unspoken and ancient frequencies carry along with your voice. the idea that no one can hear this song as purely as i can – and that i would drown at your feet under the waterfall until you realise your holding someone so tightly; but it is my own mind that will fill up as it absorbs every last drop beneath you. your grip is so gentle, it’s more playful because once i realised that it was too late, my mind made this as real as you somehow told it to be

you don’t look down on the only part in it you will ever have played. the gentle suggestion in thought and form, as your mist chokes the up standing last martyrs who set against to resist you as long and as hard as they can – and their broken remains i fall into where my head lands, this is the end. their final mistake realised in the same arrogance of mind that in some way, this time, it is different – and i will what comes endure until it does – and then with just a look of you, far fetched as it might be; and then it is

satellite, oh sattelite that sits upon our sky. how deep do you see, when you spy into our lives?