Are you irresponsible in the darkness?
Shaded in soft golden neon
Does rebellion foment on tarmac curbs?
A target found to all agree on
Hidden in plain view
The many meld into the cosmic one
Mysterious brothers and sisters
Measured in memories soon undone
In dream parties revisited
Eyes locked for a second brief
Know, not knowing
Moments of ecstasy or grief
Soft smiles acknowledged
A metaphorical tip of the hat
Strangers to each other
There’s nothing better than that
You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t.
David Foster Wallace
1994ever 