pyromaniacs

 

 

the valley, a canopy of clouds. we continue to destroy our destiny by using the inferences that my personal destination is my obligation and anyone else’s is my destruction. protect my queen at all costs, my god will save you, a candle in my window to guide you. everything is not everything, nothing in this world belongs to me. fear and warfare are based in the deception and the imagination of some, and the silence of others, fighting fools and fighting monsters are both battles fought at sea.

the clouds are broken, the night sky becoming clear. the roaming lamps of fisherman blend with fireflies and the reflections of the night stars. what if this is impossible, if it is nothing, if not nothing, from nothing, a place where we once shared voices, singing, dancing, what if it is all for not, dancing to imaginary music with imaginary people, for those who watch? I hope my cause of death, is not the cause of me, nor the cause of you…just before midnight, donning masks…we burn the fleets of ships in port, and by morning, we will be silhouettes in the rising sun, dancing and singing, the smoke, a canopy of clouds.