A City that Lasts

approaching this new thing
means the death of the old thing
last year, next year and the in-between days
it's during this time that the world forgets to spin
but shouts in reds and yellows
it seems to stop
but it doesnt
and it wont

the leave-buried avenues
that stretch their hands
to the river
barely rushing through town
everything is slow here
nobody is moving
everyone is dying
but without a sound

i look ahead
at the bright lights
volcanoing from the sky
onto my dirty street
it's mostly empty
but i do hear shouts
bangs, booms and "what the fuck?!?"
from the vaulted ceilings
and terribly-ventilated homes

and then there's the cascades
staring down on us
yet hiding
the antisocial hills burying us
barricading us from that beautiful coastline

and then there's us
we sit on the bed
some nights we don't say a word
other nights we stare helplessly
deep into each other
while the night is wasting
and sonic waves blast from
robots and screens meant to entertain us

and then there's Him
who pulled us out of dead skin
rescued us from fire
waste deep in a bloodbath
that paid for us
our past, our present
our future

now everything is timeless,
sacred and abundant
as we live this life
in expectancy of a city
where nothing shouts
nothing bleeds
nothing steals
no one dies
everything sits
stares
moves
jumps
works
in
perfect
shining
glory

amen.