conversations in the dark
idle chit-chat, another conversation flutters
and yet again, and as always, it is not the great one
the trine will never form and why should you care
if even I don't seem to care
it seems we don't even notice its profound meaning
that none of this matters
we spin in circles, drowning in its center
and swimming back up to partake in its useless gravity once again
there is the light over the horizon again
and it calls out to me to come
it blinds you, so you cannot see it at all
touching every part of you, wanting to fall inside of you
I want to tell you but then I think
maybe you're not meant to see it or you would
so I stay in paralyzed silence and sink even deeper into nothing
as the conversation pulls at me and drowns me
and then I know for certain, you don't see me at all
the face I flash today is one of many
and covers deeply the one you wish to see but never will
so I hide and think to myself...
do I improve the state of your soul?
and what of mine...do you give me something
that I could not attain otherwise in silence?
if my iris's peeled back
would you really care what was inside?
could you even understand my relative theories?
should I make it rain for you, so you can see all of the colors of my rainbow
doubtless you would see the gold or even recognize it if by some miracle, you did
...no one ever does, and yet it bothers me more and more
the gold is the one I hide...yet its the one that keeps the others alive
it seems that you do not even notice its absence
the great conversation that has been
may never be had by us again
yet it is the only one that matters
inside this tiny paper cup..the red, red wine
swirls and gives us the profound meaning of it all
and yet, it really has no meaning at all.
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