late night early morning
animals send their cries into the world
distress leaves lungs
before words take on meaning
dreams are blocked by the calls of the fallen.
so much spills onto the streets
we neglect to recognize it
as life
pain and pleasure run parallel
they dance at the ball
before the stroke of twelve separates them.
nonsense fills the air
and we gladly accept it as companionship
hurt masqueradesas as anger
and anger
destroys all that it touches.
