spirit

the little bells sing
a song to empty wallets.
and the hungry souls.

the choices we make.
the roads down which we travel.
the infinite loops.

i see the future
through the bones of history.
digging up the past.

there are four again.
where it was empty with three.
four is the best score.

in a short quartet
we’ll come together again.
and scars will be healed.

with this death sentence
make the most behind the veil.
live like you’re dying.