Temporary Truths

the light wears our faces. a permanent stranger. drowning in all the colors that chase us.

time stumbles over our corpses. an indifferent predator.

the light peels away our skin. a curious beggar. running in the choke of our stilted footprints.

the window sighs. a fierce pendulum. swollen with inertia.

time bites its lip. desperate to taste our loss. 

touch is a hollow stage. tilted by missing words.

the light listens. as we attempt to reconcile our math.

a sickness masquerading as a cure. 

its dirty needle embedded deep in our veins.