A cold air swallows up a sunken body of water
the light that once reflected gets distinguished by the shards of bubbles.
Each Pressure, every temperature becomes abandoned and begin to form.
Up and up from the floor to the shore,
all is encompassed by our atmosphere.
The Lake gets heavier as we forget
shh, the Architect is at work,
constructing patiently from the souls of the forgotten,
the least common denominator,
surrounded by desolation and freedom.
To never have and to always stay.
Well that was in the itinerary
but,
inevitably,
the destruction had to come.
The heat whipped through in a furry of regal and queries
fulfilling our orbit
patiently raining elongated steps by the penumbral of objects we hold,
memories,
in a specific, illuminated pattern.
Crawling away with humility and bullshit
as the dedicated few, a Very Important Person,
never the you’s and the me’s
as my strength less independencies decay under the gravity of societal conundrums.
Displaying heightened magnitude and leaving out my soul to be saturated,
in these swimming things we call molecules,
made out of tiny fragments of stacked up time,
each moment relapsing over the next,
until the blend of deviate miscalculations,
when ages were simpler,
and the air was fresh.
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