Shuffle

we move into open spaces
of a thought up vision
and it is as empty as we make it
and as complete as we succeed in filling

square efforts of color
line the white walls
but it doesn’t cover
as much bleakness as our sweating faces do
with tired smiles

my life passes before me
in little breaths of rushed arrangement
gratitude for what is given
behind the silent rules of freedom
intrude
my mind’s attempt of ease

we speak negligible dialogue
because we are distant in the thoughts
of people’s voices
in other states

hoping to capture
our life’s dream and all we have to secure
our apprehensions
is the warmness of our bodies
against each other

what entity of innocence
will sing us to sleep each nightin this new life?