we all feel the weight
making a living
forgetting to make a life
tip toe away from the places which hurt
decorate dead trees to celebrate birth
and we glow
but it is a nauseating light
battery powered tea candles
without regard for wind
water
elements which exist beyond
our own personal chemistry
the sphere of influence
which draws others close
the jingle of keys in shaking hands
possess a magical power
they change our prisons into homes
inside we sing oh silent night
because the silence is too much
because the candles won’t ever flicker
because time passes
because life is a virus
infecting the perfect body of death
(she shakes her head
keeping her distance
if only to prove entropy
the only law to which
she is subservient)
because blue is the color
of the sky pretending to be innocent
because
after all
it’s only a theory