Seeing is Believing

Travel hard
and take life screaming
and kicking
white flowers off green stems
spinning childish
at once young and without
age, not eternal
but infinitely sad

Reel and turn
sweet face in the mirror,
leave with me and we'll never look each other in the eyes again
and we'll never grow old without seeing
there are no shadows without shining light
no meaning in absent minds
no better than the original
but better than the best
greater than anything
more stone-ridden than our ancestors
strong like wild desire
growing old in the clublight
unknowing and unfinished.
Fuck it.