there is only time for love and then departure

everything else in between is nonsense

even through the trees I see this

while the world so foolishly spins around out there, down there

far below this mad altitude where I stand

where I pray to no one, for no one

all the listening blinded by blind ambitions

and the damned ones decide

that war is better than peace

that starvation is better than food

that hate is better than grace and a kiss

so I turn away and fold myself up

like a secret

they can never touch.

By

Aaron Echoes August