Glistening

Gleefully we adore the angels

Flying in formation to a sunny horizon that burned electrical lights into our minds

Just as the silver chord

wrapped around her wrist

Longing to make music left behind

Only sleeps like static

In an apocalyptic delusion

I hope to overcome such damn depression

With psychic readings on projects

Discounted by scientist drama queens

How often was it so gay to kiss rain drops

On a whim of an after life echo

If only she wasn’t lunatic and could describe

The silhouettes of the shadow she claimed

To conquer.