Jointly written with my dear friend Sam, from continents apart.

[[Matt]]
An intercontinental ballistic myriad of metaphors
sounding waves across the air, we share
a strange delight, gazing deeply
into resonant frequencies
trying to discern, to learn what the world has to teach us
whispering from mountaintops or wisps of fog
growling in the howling of the sea
growing apart, we grow together
and know what we weather refines us
defines a matrix of identity
constructing a foundation
and a scaffold
to build a towering future

[[Sam]]
Future is defined in an infinite paradigm
Like lines, time after time that fly
Across the black top concrete streets
Never know when it’s ending or trailing
Taking you to another city, another bed to rest
The pitter patter of feet, backpack strapped, ball cap
Passing clocks lose their luster, nothing the same
But the constant thread of humanity
Civilizations crumbled and born
At the whims of the sculptors of future ruins

[[Matt]]
Womb to tomb
sculptors, playwrights, and architects
agonize and strive, articulating secrets
carried soundlessly in a thousand dreamscapes
memescapes wrought upon design
generations seeking to define
something all their own against the backdrop
of history
This time
of ours is breathless, we are restless
minds loosed into autumn skies
are we here to rectify?
or just to wreck? We’ll try, but the stages are worn
and the studios are dusty, and the scaffolds rusty

[[Sam]]
Society raises and tempers us to trust thee
Pass through childhood and leave it musty
Working to a goal that’s a reprieve
Unclear how life lost its luster
Goals and success on the mind
But we never mind the time
Buying someone else’s packaged reality
Sell it, ship it, advertise, commodify
But you can’t undo the fire we carry
The heat of emotion and frenzy
The human state we crave
When words can’t hold
The significance of
A single chance
To be alive