I Was Searching For Survivors

i was searching for survivors in all the right places, finding none my deepest wishes dissipating probably for the best i always tell myself watching it come apart was half the pleasure as well as half the pain never needing a rhyme, nor a clue and will leave none here it is best these parts are played upon non-existent fields where the scores are left to the wind turning in the snow, heel to toe the season is leaving soon the angels where we laid will fill the gutters from there to stream and river flowing into a vast and nameless sea in depths where light never graces the seasons have no meaning and time gives an illusion of just another corner one more step into yet another direction prime numbers and infinity seeking some perfection in depths that only darken memory the shadows within reality where chemical reactions replace the light the warm human touch and deaden the senses when the winds whisper a name and the integers fill the day no different than the insanity you bring to a table set for one Fergus Falls 2000