Arcadia

All it take was

From membranes to memories

It was the motion

It was the movement

Something scattered, something else

Sunlight

Specs over us

A dip in the red seas

During and during

The train passes by

Don't ever speak ever

Blue ray on blue light

I take your glasses

And became half blind

Again from the clarity

It was the other bridge

That falls in falling

While we stand

It disintegrates

Arcadia! Recall me

Or recall me back

Blood inside your voice

You mistaken yourself

Fill yourself with fantasy and chronic pain

Lest you dream

November 2024

By Aran Meredith