words by dominic riccitello

i’m crying in your mind
you say
with the devil in your eyes
he’s walking in truth of nothingness
riding in the wind with birds seeking lies in your view
and i told you
not to go
but going is where i found foot
and i tread
in depth of this
moving your hands against
the air
i said i loved but love was a lie
these little white fine lines i crossed
in truth you seek to understand
but understanding was nothing we gained
this didn’t make sense
until it did
you and i 
didn’t make sense
until it did
does that mean
all of this is confusion
at its finest?