the surrender overcomes the mind.
a surrender to the bland, to the blind.
the most dangerous emotion that can possibly overtake a being.
he tells me to open my eyes.
but they won't focus.
all that blinds my vision is the wasted space and time.
and they do nothing.
the horizon takes the shape of something once imagined
long ago.
something with which a dance was shared.
the horizon succumbs to the heat of the bolts,
jagged atmosphere whips its flaming self into stars.
only to rise blue.
