words by dominic riccitello

and i’m with you
in night
searching for a mind
with gardens instead of earthquakes
a divine light in the essence of what could be
there he lies in oceans instead of rivers
standing forth for a greater being than himself
he’s riding in tune to a devotion of black and blue
wading in queue for a moments time
and he’s lighting candles to connect with energy
telepathy said otherwise
conversations with a man who spoke evil
we’re falling but laughing
crying but standing
in nostalgia of what was
confusing demons with heaven
hell with angels of twists in the mind
dividing ourselves in time
lying to save what was for what could have been