Chain Smoke Screen

You and I have eclipsed in our lonely totality

We keep tripping in the air of a chain smoke screen

A drift of a stumbling obscurantism in masquerade

All of our words fall into black holes. Darker seas of

our nights have the deepest meaning.  The direction of

our dreams blow in the wind of a mere confabulation

Yet, our love is by far an illusion we've ever fabricated

Covering up with a blanket full of holes that never fit

You and I have never smugly fit lies into harder times

We lose our breath, pull away, and come together

 We gather each other to survival, alive in the oxygen

  United in our breathing, we live as one