we

the plane we will inhabit
will be one of unchanging space

and the colors will all be fleeting
out and beyond to the space invaded
by the burning skies

colored by the iridescant chemicals we deemed
oh so necessary

the love-scorched landscape waits to
redeem itself

but we dont need the landscape,
we just dont know when to die
we are but simple doubt

but until that time that we dont know
we dont have to set a limit