Divided Together

We've been chasing the carrot... withered and moldy, dangling from the caravans string. Time eludes it's purpose... stretching further out, never reaching the closing doorways. Pressing on. All that should've been said, unsaid and all that should've been done, undone... it's not enough, for what has been too much. The dials turn in, tuning in the elements... let the focus revive the things turned sour, not only once this hour. The way one brushes your cheek with the back of their hand... before smacking the blood lose from your gums. Cherish the embrace, oh heart, oh love... stabbing you over and over, from the face to the breast. The music stops... the sound of chirping needles, with no where else to read. The ripples are a precursor to the imminent storm that swells... as the rocking heaves us back and forth, another time, in this place. The waters rise, cautiously laughing as we wash upon the shore... gasping and choking, we release nothing but ash. It was calm, just as before. As the whining dims, we breathe once more... it is calm again, just as it was before.