drifting

is there a god in me? is there a god in she? a god in we?
i mean, that's not to say they are mutually exclusive
obtuse dreams keep me alive whenever i feel like i've died in waking life
radiation eradicating my brain when my old phone is sandwiched between my face and the pillow
cold side gets flipped over every so often
awestruck by the lights strung together when the nights become longer than the days
draped like a thin but stable cable on a suspension bridge
expending energy just to render my consciousness in the aether
either keep breathing or leave here
veer away from the leaves falling during autumn and the feet drumming drudgingly to meek workspaces
i find cadence in the thundering rain hitting pavement on days after a six month delay
plundering through the haze until the silky clouds lay fixed on the above plane
plainly flying and searching for some kind of meaning down below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wn6LvZITTg