Just another Monday afternoon. Two old drunks, Drinking warm cervezas on the beach. Killing germs, and tanning leather — No, not retired, a lifelong siesta, Living the inebriated dream.
Worlds at crossroads, Lives convergent Throughout eternity. A tapestry of braided knots, Bleached, divergent histories — Ideology, culture, ethnicity, Futility colliding In the shared space between.
Were this all I'd leave behind, Could you still see this life Amidst my mess of letters — Scrambled, glued together By a thousand moments' whims? To decipher me, even I Would not know where to begin.
Freefall repentance Through clouds of missed chances, Eyes fixed on the bottomless Pits of release — Towards where Death, My savior eternal Is waiting for me.
Words like scars, Wounds carved Into the bark of this world. Fearful confessions, Like a record Audible by touch alone — We were here once before, Much like you. We were lost once, too.
