For Amy

by rebsnugs

lights glow
burn and fade
in this dank stall of strangers
we are so technological
distant from impulses of the soul
we scramble after possession
and grasp at attachment
the firmer my clutch
the more quickly the fluids flow
I freeze and steady my twitching eye
our gaze meets and I ask you
have you seen the moon lately?
your eyes in an arc
scrutinize the skies
a foxy game
the new moon shines dark
and plays amongst airplanes
during waking hours
have we forgotten our origins?
my bones are made of steel and carbon
my lungs of citrus pulp and rock candy
recenter, refocus
we have lost
our way