2:22 a.m.

Let the dream symbolize nothing but itself
All the symbols gutted and hollow and done
In the dream we were reduced to windblown ash
All tomorrows canceled, all promises voided

All we'd meant to do reduced to pawn tickets tacked to the wall
The I-meant-to way of unpaid debts
And those tickets are ash, what's hawked is gone
And so are we.

In the dream I saw buildings like haphazard dominoes
thrust into clay and baked for too long
and the world was on fire,
and it stood for nothing. The dream stood for itself.

*

Armistice declared, syringes capped.
God's stepped out for a smoke
And with that cat away, the mice will pay.

*

Someone must be tending the light at the end of the tunnel.


"Hi."
-Ross