Moonlight in the River Bed

across streams, moonlight in the river bed
every which way capitalization over presence
why do we hold on when time was the only relevance?
horizon blues, fantasies of the unknown
never growing up w it in sight
how hard is it to break into those views deep into the night
we say its what we want
the grass, the green, the brightly colored october leaves,
a picture you never got to paint for yourself
i balance so many pictures in my head and every one of them involve ME,

am i really conscious or just in my 20s, alone by choice, forced to analyze
questions i ask of others under my breath, when the image of your voice is the most powerful thing
people like intercoms, waiting to press the button and speak, the heavens, golden haze, and the underneath

even serenity can be a prison
i don’t want to see what others don’t believe
but its hard to trust, meaning of lust
put up a camera and speak about your dad, your mom
gifts of life found in the neglegence
prohibited to seal found in the ordeals of the red sea