For Her

Bye, To the Dry

Confined, Ceiling high rocks below
I wait for the green pastures to grow
Empty, I search round the screens
watch while you pass by the scene

Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye

Dying, on this carpet
Tread by those starved
Seeing, this distance
My kin worlds apart

Suddenly, the solids melt
Finally, escaped myself
Sensation arrives
To the dry, Good Bye

Stroboscopic Motion

Grey tone of day, Sets the sun away
The next shape form, Fails to deviate
Making sense, Indifference

Eyes on Still pages, Corners pinched
You knew where it was going, left as is

You only see, No faith or belief
Fixed on flipped clips, Foreshadowing shots
Heuristic, Through filtered lense

Eyes on Still pages, Corners pinched
You knew where it was going, powerless

The blockade in my brain, motions struck vast impressions
I do not understand, I could only take so much