undying nonsense

rush, fool! against my soul. should i lie here? nobody knows, but we're up to no good, and yet you stand—you stare—i wait—we want the unknown. but it's more than they can handle. who's "we"? certainly not me. are you? of course it's you; you gave way to foul play of youth while jumping tall down the window pane. (i pain them without gain's name.) do or live, but with no havoc! i call to you... cheering for silent nights—holy nights. right hands go first, deep, down beneath it all in tides rising up penetrating vast, bright, sinking blue. she knew the names of fairy tales but then the fiery tiles all along the walls broke and shattered with no regard for happy matters. outside the sidewalk welcomes my little bored feet as i go with a small will to gain my laborious feat. i would love to stay and chat up a book, but i honestly prefer to dream and speak in colors rather than spill words into thirsty ears and gorge my stomach with guilty pleas. but for now i give farewell to them, the unknown. to you, the window. and to me, the fool.