Put aside the tremors of last night,
no one noticed the addled man,
cue the music soft on the senses, like pillowed
Pompeii arisen, deep red on the horizon
leaking, gushing, frozen in memory,
Do you recall the last time?
Lost in angel's hair rivers flowed meekly,
as lava defeats the flame,
we all pretend we're floating,
above the fray,
but we've truly run amok,
unable to stop feeling,
still there's the crazy, keepsakes
littered on the moon,
reminding us who you are.