photons

if it’s closure you’re looking for, you won’t find it on either side of the door
— it doesn’t exist and the ones who told you to knock lied

the blind led networks fall from ledges every day
— in false assurance that the sun turns off its light

i hate being part of this darkness
— this crouching symbol of tiger lily consequence

black, purple, restless, mad, and void
— of the stardust poured over cowering pause

if it’s closure you’re looking for, you won’t find it on either side of the door
— it doesn’t exist and the ones who told you to walk lied