Each word read extinguishes hope of the next,
A library’s shelves running in reverse,
Possibilities slowly fleeing.
Footfalls in retreat from
Tamed to silence.
We were so close to finding out when
Our words burned like days,
Recalling déjà vu.
Bred of countless imitations
We raised quotidian thoughts,
Imitation upon imitation upon imitation.
Our flame, our wick. The infinite moon.
Fireflies become metaphor lost
Within a beat, a moment, withering words.
Wasting sleep we feed the nightly soil
Awaiting the arrival of morning buds
In unseen letters.
Tomorrow we will try again
To paint the world.