A circle of safety
Within a bubble
of activity—
Unknown souls
in unknown bodies—

Beams of light
interspersed by mist,
The reverberations
found a home in my
Head, spiraling in
my chest.

A melodious sway,
heads that hummed
In perfect tandem,
their voices disembodied
As they filled the empty,
soulless stadium.

Skinned knees
in thrifted denim,
Heads that tried to
shake out all of
Their worries.

The fallen over depravity
of a generations' worth,
Measured in the scales
of a pained boys' voice.

Lifted on a box of air,
my thoughts propelling me
Higher than the thoughts
shielding my vision for
The future, like tall heads
in a thrushing crowd.