sun my bones

sun my bones, white, like the chalk of the heavens, i wrote my deary life in, until i woke up and realized, nothing = beautiful
the blissful stars we almost fell into
servitude gone as it should
perplexed by the gravity
i watch the ball roll
off the ledge
it falls nowhere
it was nowhere
i am not the ball
i am the ledge

wicked thoughts cloud the mind
a house in ruins
around what could we build
such a majestic travesty
the doubts conceal
the doubters fate
to live with palms open
to a truce of truth
i question the formless
and it answers me