Lost

Is this what madness feels like?

The smooth space after all boundaries have been dissolved

Where there is wind, high wind

But no tall trees for it to grapple with

No buckets for it to shove around the yard

Where tables are empty

Where tables disappear

Where waiters have long since fallen into mountains

Mountains have collapsed into streams

Where dreams are empty, where glass is frosted

Where sirens lift heavy loads to distant planets

And the floor, the floor is hard

And begging you to fall

Where tears fall but it means nothing

If I could touch you I would

I can touch memories

But not this time

Out of reach and on some lost street

The car, the car fails to start

Engines don't move

Nothing moves

All is still

We are lost

Wait only for volcanoes to melt us into oblivion

Washing us in the long stripes

Smears of green

Towards some unknown point like the echo of laughter

I am blind

Hurt beyond help

Beyond your touch, my body peels off into the night

If I could touch this sadness

I would change the world tonight