u got this.
I mean really,
what else can I say.
this has never been
anything but time and grey.
matter
of balanced
disproportionate
weights, we all know
a voice, counterintuitive,
lifted up from soul.
not an easy thing,
wrestling the doubledown.
for a simple thing,
or a fairness thing,
bound to a countdown.
when it tipped
from center to edge,
we too gotta slide.
pushing comfort sayin’
‘my god, really … he died?’
like
not seeing
constellations while
numb and aware.
slamming the wall hard,
missing phantom steps not there.
not an easy thing,
wrestling the doubledown.
for a simple thing,
or a fairness thing,
bound to a countdown.
painted wet,
songs and sobs unite.
universe altered,
adrift and floating
now the next is here.
posts
on random
stages, appear
tributes ignite the cause.
alive like he lived,
a man amongst the stars.
not an easy thing,
wrestling the doubledown.
for a simple thing,
or a fairness thing,
bound to a countdown.
