Evolutions of All Sound & Light

Who wants in?
What is that ringing?

Is that my door or am I dreaming? Caught up in a beautiful lack of reality.
No one is coming to save us. No one should have to. You cry and you cry and you cry out for help so scared. Like so many false alarms no one hears.

He wants to hold her close. He tells her. Lips move but no sound emerges.
She does not hear. She does not come. His heart is still empty.
He walks away.

In crowded burning rooms I see nothing but the convergence of empty airs. Poor delicate ants milling, lifting, bitching, because they can. Wicked medicines swallowed by corpses at the bottom of the sea. It all rests coolly under a starry pacific sky. The masks of god topple down like the gems of springtime rain while a wind chimes along with a quiet soulless song.

What is that ringing?

Where is my door?

Her breasts pressed to his, cold nipples never warmed,
they are farther apart now than ever.

And all the chirping cellphones of the world cry out to each other like little birds echoing the ghost cries of big bang infinity. Explosions large and small. Every decibel represented. Every complex avenue of evolution appears. Every pathway explored. Everything makes sense.

But nothing makes sense.

Beyond the paychecks and the highway, the friends and the city and the TV signal and the frauds of every manner of tangled passions... beyond all these

lies silence.

Now I hear no deathly ringing.

Now the golden door melts into my skin. Who wants in?
Her eyes explode with beauties both large and small, ringing with the light of every dream I've ever lost.

He closes his eyes and the world is gone.
He opens his eyes and the world is gone.

And everything is waiting to ring, waiting to make sense, waiting to be let in.

Alone we are infinite, but don't be scared.

"Alone we are infinite," he says.

Alone we are infinite.