Lights Fade

Sashay on the clouds with anyone who mattered
whilst scurrying across these feet

glowing feelers to brush across the ground
reaching to touch whatever's left of above.

The neverending conversations
between the pot and the kettle

when tea was meant to SOOTHE
and soup was made to enjoy with others.

And where do I take it from there?

When do the rhymes leak from the crowd-pleaser's face?

How do animals turn the whip upon themselves
instead of baring teeth and pawing at the ground
depending on everyone else's quills, venoms, toxins
to save them?

If you believe I am daft to fear and look to a God,

let me see the logic drained from your pockets.

Reveal to me what makes other beings,

makes the world, makes me a dependable object.

Everyone's definition of everyone is
an anthology of opinion. I'm JUST SAYING.

If humanity is so starved of logic and loss of sight...

how come I'm the one called crazy and blind?

How come believeing in what you can't see is such an illogical application from me?

Even the ones I was born with sigh and shake their heads

because I don't "judge" properly.

Call me crazy again, if you wish...

But my passion and faith are not the only illuminator in the most frightful place.