Moving Through Midnight
Rabbits are on fire and
Sound has turned to hay,
Tossed across my vision and
Caging all our could've-beens.
Frozen dead cold in front of us,
Worse than animated clowns.
Your own mind will take any sort of shadow trick
As truth or entertainment.
So cut your tough crust off.
Feel your arms reach into the ruling waters.
Make your smile broader than landscapes.
Take no heed of nearby towns.
They know not your plans and schemes.
Move forward with the resilient efficacy
Of a tunneled train moving through midnight.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2015