Elucidating Questions

In the darkness of the night and the light of the moon, the part in the sky surrounding the whole.

What would it be like to see the clouds from below and have sand and water a beach under toes?

Sirens always follow, always send them with the speed of the one and the guidance of the zero.

This year of the sky, and the wolf crying to the moon on high.

The stars shouldn’t fall, ever, and regardless of how good it seems to be

So bright and visible in the dark, they still cry because at least most have a heart

I believe that, that most have a heart.

The screams of the crowds that look up to see,

Hidden from light, wishing to be in the trees by a lake or a river or ocean or

Free in the forests, hail a Queen,

Who, just as most before, trampled on the under.

Hail a city that often believes it is their holiday,

To those who get to run free without care this weekend.

This weekend that is the beginning of six days in a row, six days without living alive.

What is the difference between live and live and if there is then why can’t we all?

Why do there have to be losers?

Forget three or the city, or the country, or the continent,

Forget four or the taking, or the getting, or the faking.

The future I wish to see, is a world that has never been seen.

And it’s meaningless without you there,

Somehow. Somewhere.

Staying away is harder than being silent.