companions by choice

steadfast, brutal even endearing, a spine - reaching outwards, touches the moon empty from longing to be an inferno radiant then blends in with the night sky, of hollowed out suns distant, unflinchingly cold, like wisdom spurned, mocked, trampled while the chill begins in the bones, then travels to jaded worlds where euphoria deflates, punctures sinks to low hanging clouds gray, gloomy, dark from webs unspun, revealing a chimera whose leap dashed away the last silver lining - landing on hot coal, my foot threads on the painful, the sour, the squashing of lungs from too much pressure till the fog, clouds, intricate layered distortions become transformed. unable to withstand fire, the only thing left is truth. and it wasn't jaded, it wasn't an empty moon. there i found bits and pieces of myself - real.