3:46AM

To be human
Is the will to fall
And do it with grace.
We are not a race
That knows very much.
But uniquely feeling
Everything, we touch upon
The most sacred stuff.

Drop does the bass and
Movement everywhere around
Bright shining eyes, glowing
Beads and wet wood floors
Flooded in misused emotions.

Better be to bed now,
Since the best was spent
But went bust. Slow drive
Home alone and fine anyhow.
Transcend that emotion
Across the cosmic fugue
And tell me, will it echo?