Endless Ride

And the world is whirling inside my head right now

it's all teetering on the edge of a desire

to tear open the oblivion

and force out the breath from lungs.

Sharpen that knife on a throat

and draw it deep into the sand

break the blade on ivory teeth

and dig deep into volcanic glass.

I love that black glittering surface

it's jagged smooth edges penetrating the boundaries of reality

until we're gone like dust

sailing on the back of a fickle breeze

that never really cared about my(our) eyes

that burned like ash

and sank into the ocean depths

where fingers clutched to the edge of a raft

that sank a long time before we came to these shores

that lead us down to the stairway

where the world is breaking in half

and I have given up on the desire

to get off of this endless ride.