Silent aspirations
Guided meditation
I made it out of Denver
Just to land on my feet
Try not to choke in my sleep
Alert and oriented
Slightly sentimental
On a flight to Orlando
Sea level's better for me
But the humidity
It burns
Deep in my lungs when I breathe
Then I fall to my knees
I hear your voice in my dreams
And then I awake anxious and confused
Monotone and bipolar
The weather here's getting colder
Made a call back to Cleveland
But no one answered the phone
Because there's nobody home
Verbose and tangential
Lacking new love potential
Walked the beaches in Cancun
With first-degree burns
Diminishing returns
I guess everything is meant to be
I watch it play out on the screen
The best part comes on
And then I scream out loud
But I know they can't hear me
And aspire to be just like them
And I aspire to be just like them
So when I die
I can dream again
During subconscious submersion
We risk asphyxiation
To wade in torrents of abstract pleasures
Where our memories, ferment like berries
Where we find our truths, our terrors
Interspersed with remedial moments
Of irretrievable bliss
In dreams we die to be among epiphanies
With love letters languishing
Picture book scriptures
The ultimatums of Eros
We see
Demi Gods in deserts
We see
Men who mimic monsters
We see
Glass fractured skies
We dream
We die to dream