Stanza.

The street lights

Perform hazy tribal dances

right before my eyes

Enamored with the sights

This dancing of the lights

My spine feels as if

The weight of the world

and the sun are pressing the

two ends of the vertebrae

together

So much, so much pressure.

I've held a life in my hands

I've held all the potential in my hands

Recreating and revisiting nature with

My plans

Infinity, grasped by holding together

The pieces of mirror

The infinite shattered glass

Seeing and containing something

So vast.

My heart is crawling away

Swerving drunkenly down the highway

Sending its message through the pathway

Control channel sending half hearted

Phrases through the waves

Bloody trials left to find

The altered sense of space and time

Words millions of words

In my palm, in my mind

Finger tips away

Just one press every time

The stanza is the exotic bird

My cage wouldn't catch

The lights tease my adjacent lips

The aluminum hissing and popping

A fire like tranquil twist

Words cheapened by words like this.