Questions hexed by doubt, demons amphetamized aloud.

Sunlight gleams a brain forest virtue while

glow gods meditate odds for monsters.

 

Powdered lungs blossom the petalled smoke of midnight.

And far beyond the hour of whenever

as long lost photos become hideuous ghosts

of yourself at better times, before the blues and greens.

 

Sometimes, before is far too ahead of its time.

 

kealan coady 2015