in the evermore

Willy nilly headlong rocketing counter clockwise through walls and windows, space and time. Chaos reins in every tick and tock. Chaos rains down in bucket loads and it’s too late. Days of pain and pleasure on dusty roads we wait, we concentrate and focus, taking aim at the spinning crystal clarity, radiating, titillating but always just out of reach. It never breaks through only, alludes to the tune. White noise and icy cold beyond the inner nowhere. Chaos reins supreme, “X” marks the spot. Order is a fantasy that we could never achieve.
Crystalline discord, the miracle of the missed chord is about the best we could’ve hoped for. A dazzling clarity, undefined wills, demons of disorder rising from the magma that spews from the belly of the earth in fiery deadly holy cost. I need a Popsicle to put out the fire. I need the insect buzz of nighttime creatures,
the midnight suns’ flames licking to reach for you in the evermore.