Slow Dance

heavy gelatinous humid air lumbering through open window screen stained nicotine yellow the world moves by slower than normal, machinery turned down a notch conserving energy music wafts in hanging heavy in this carbon based soup I'm inclined to linger here, no will to build one movement on another heart piercing blues riff shatters complacency and my soul moans for Elysium wonder down catacombs long repressed immaculate cognizance leers menacingly at the new world order and paper trails leading nowhere you always said we'd die here... maybe that's not as bad as living here one slip, and into the jagged shards of arduous glass seems I've bled rivers, but it was never enough distracted, you tended your own wounds as our sins manifested tumors on fertile skin roving hooligan clouds full of empty promises of rain bore down on the human vortex celebration and dancing began at the mere promise of relief relief that never came too embroiled in Faustian zeal no one took notice.... and the dance went on