the way the light
reflects off of the
technicolor blades
lazily spinning
in the slow breeze
feels more like a
downward spiral
pulling my thoughts
downdowndown into
the infinity that
beckons in her smile

the entire world is
a coffin wobbling
in the vacancy of
celestial adoration
a dead rock filled
with the skeletons
of failed astronauts
fleeting sparks in
the face of an ever
expanding star filled
with gluttonous need

music plays and i slip
in between the notes
pantomiming along with
the kaleidoscopic lights
freestyling along to
my heartbeat thumping
a rhythm that pulsates
palpitating dilations
clinging to the blades
of the spinning pinwheel
of soulslivered surrender