it’s just a little reassurance
gentle days fading into night
sunsets and moonlight, paint palettes
always open, no narration
what is seen is grasped
a sphere for hope
an omen provider
in reverse: a pin-hole exposure
A Vermeer distortion
Of all that is
Of all that will be
Its the noise I wanna make
I wanna shake the walls
Nothing says cresendo
Like an apocalyptic heartbeat
It is the waiting
It is the downtempo
Calm, then storm
Breath, then fire
Old souls blaring vinyl
I’m killing time softly
Noises of the past
Caffeine commerce
It brings me back
Nostalgic corridors
That suffocate
With memory
Needless regret
And a nod to demons
For no reason
The folly of whimsy 