There is…

There is this and there is that
A hovering indecisiveness
Concave thoughts wrongly aligned
Designed with pretense, with regret
Today, all things denied have accepted themselves
Merging themselves with mirrors
Staring, reflecting, refracting secrets
Tweaking memories until they die
Today, all things accepted are dead
They have become toast for termites
Soil for builders, food for hunger
Hobbies for insomniacs
There is you and there is me
Entities of a short life, long souls
Today we bask, tomorrow we burn.

LARDO