Inventions for the Lost

the shadows
shades, watching the shallow length of our bodies;
the ones we've lost have lost the ones we are,
us, the shallow bucket of life;
we bare witness to the rippers walking into this town,
we bare clothes off our backs for those without backs;
become what I've become
and you'll become lonely
your words will become lost
shattered
forgotten
yes you were there in my past, long before you knew I was in yours
it's all physical and physics and words becoming planetary planes,
sailing through the words you create
so symbolic of the narcoleptic ways I pass out when I become overly conditioned with love;
and you are lost
shattered and forgotten;
or until the day I am removed from being the key to your castle walls