The Weight of my Guillotine

in the space between almost and not quite

In the space between almost and not quite

That is where we exist

Wasting time trying to decipher something as insignificant as this

When our education is slight

We notice things are like other things

For we live in a world where fools can be kings

When hits heaviest night

Camera flashes replace the stars

Holding the pyrotechnics of dawn behind bars

No matter the beauty of words uttered in fright

However brief the places or many the faces

The universes clock face is faceless

And in settles a truth that is not mine