Collective Lols

It will come soon
The width of time
Where we hop off lines
Of straigtened movement
And decide to take the paths
Less paved through

We will blaze them down
The dead growth that precedes us

And we will leave
It be
As it should
Have been from the start

We will meet
When these burnt paths converge
Perhaps we will enflame
The old candles we used to hold
Hand in hand

But what of the wax?
Maybe it has melted
Maybe I have had my fair share
Of bees and their honey

But we are birds with
Beaks a-fetter

I think I have chirped too much

I do not eagle eye
Or despize the prey I have become
But rather I am aware of it

So let it happen
As it was when things began turning
South and sour

Just spilt milk status
Spoiled in time for tommorrow to pass

Off goes the cap
To split lips
That will soon learn to spit
Of rot and
Broken words in need
Of extra strength chapstick