atop a salt pyre as my patience expires
connections lingering remains uninspired
oxygen not required or desired, per say
emotions quickly squirrelled off of a blue man cliché

new tunes to hum before one does succumb
without fear here only space left for numb
twiddling thumbs awaiting a future unclean
dumb desire growing higher to be anywhere but here

pacing crescents and debating on evidence
waiting patiently for a resemblance of semblance
watching waning moons struggle to adhere
to a lone path travelled outside the atmosphere

bided time to find a single miraculous event
when you were right in front of my face.
how could i forget?