visions

blur

the song on the side is meant to be with this poem

sitting here,

in the light in the dark,

they say to look

for the light at the end

of the tunnel,

we are not

the end of the tunnel,

we are the middle.

but we are light,

and that may be

what truly

matters here,

and the blur

of blue and white and yellow

and rust and death and stone

and dynamite,

they pass us by in the tunnel,

we are alone in

a blurred

insane

screaming

version of

hell.