Seconds Secluded

We cut ourselves into millions of pieces

Spreading our confusion across moments, frozen in time

There’s a sense of destruction we embody that sails our thoughts through turbulent games and finds us standing at the same place you never were, this time last forever

Our clocks continue to drip our seconds dangling them over our beings

Taunting our every step as we drift further into the abyss

Where rabbits find secluded scenarios while sipping on yesterday’s news

Where pumpkins grin at the decay of modern civilization knocking on every door to receive a package of hope

But everything seems meaningless

Everyone’s hope has dwindled

We sit and stare at reverse clocks wondering how we even found ourselves in a palace of beautiful misery

_MikeCasavant

07–28–2016