spirit

birds of a feather
are warmer than those without.
that’s just external.

energy transforms
when i don’t matter, you do.
energy reuse.

the soul’s darkest night
contains the flicker of hope.
light in a vacuum.

a smear of torpor
colors my world stone cold gray.
my world’s color gone.

the lies that men tell
sound like the truth to deaf ears.
while the truth whispers.

playing with madness
as the truth sparkles brighter.
my puppet master.