finally, the peace I seek

We ran from the chaos to find a cure.

Disease: a divided destruction of decadence and decay
across technicolor airwaves and doom scrolls.

We jumped bodies from stage to stage,
drowning society’s falling screams
with melody and euphoria
from floors on fire.

We ventured to parts unknown
to sear the grand design of chromatic,
creature, and crust into mind.

We listened to the voice cry
fight, fight, fight,
visions of future hearts existing in the sun.

Our silver burns.
Our rivers dry.
The end is nigh with wings of soft wax,
but steadfast souls turn skyward
to miracle the birth of a new universe.

Still no remedy except the one we carry home:
we lay flickering spirits down
and let them dream.

And awake to solar kisses
tucked between linen.

finally, the peace I seek.