Destroy All Planets

it all feels like some surrealistic cartoon
an endless animated loop
or that tiny thread of spit
that connects now with then
every door should open inwards
and every sting should determine our next move
the dissonance and the distance
a communication in exile
has my language become that foreign to you?
a chilling rash of electronic speak
the unfilled cavities
moments that defy definition
is there a number for this particular cloud?
the miles
and the miles
and the miles yet to come
flowing images of pure inspiration
predetermined touches in technicolor
permanent signatures
and abbreviations
attached
and timeless
I’m still that perfect illustration
that trusted illusion
that welcomed calm
for now and...
i’m still trying to process all of it
by the second, the minute, the hour, days and and
i know I’m weak & dwelling
i know I’m wrecked and failing
one toxin at a time
every chord
dissconnecting...one at a time
the subtle flashes of light
and the softest pillows
like that night
in the back seat
of that car
at big surr
wet yet weightless
thinking yet thoughtless
and the universal silence and warmth
a slowly drifting process
a fading conciseness and imagined farewells
the skeletons that never leave
will dissipate this time....
i hope
...this last time
i hope.