we're all just coping

ever a deluge and then there's you
the waves of habit that prevent rising
can't perceive, beautiful, were all so attuned now so far gone does he know how nice is there another
I feel a dreary chill pervading all my pores in the pale moonlight-it struck me then, it struck me now, you strike me always
laid out, come off
disappearing all too quickly into forgettful oblivion
stagnant inner churning of depth