Hidden, consumed
Your spirit, your song
Silent behind the hum of the machine
Sit, and wander
And change
With your hunger for beauty
Satiated
What was left
The colors were blending
Into a purity
An oblivion
You still the chameleon
Took on the properties of nothing
Clear, invisible
Camouflaged in many colors
None that stood out
The empty airs of casual conversation
Pervading the meaningless interactions
The night dull
In the throbbing pressure of exhaustion
A wakefulness that would not end
Save for the slow ache
Of a fundamental boredom
Even the sharp points
Of discussing subversive politics
Were polished and rounded out
In the steady flow of incorporation
Carving a canyon that hollowed out the deep
A maturity of landscape
Made it seem
The desert of language
Romanticized in naivety
An old soul young in spirit
Pressed on to the bottom
The midnight river run dry
The child who dreamed it
Glistening like a midnight star
In memoriam
The mirage revealed
In the blending of your dry, coarse skin
With the unforgiving rock
Of an ancient riverbed canyon
When the water was here
It was lush, and humid
The air was tangible