waking up

we've all fallen and this will be the hardest time to get back up. an extreme spike in information has washed over this vessel and overwhelmed the senses for a while. carpe diem is but a momentary hurrah for the cheerleaders in the blind squadron. But no matter how many blindfolds and masks are removed, there still seems to be this question-less, haunting spectre that lurks beneath, bellow new cellular development and other healing energies. everyday was once a bright reminder that it all could be done, and lately nothing but neglect has arisen as the new sun that shines life upon things. Am I peddling (pedaling) backwards? Where does my scattered heart find silence? Lost beyond the frontier, the sunset can't bend beyond the horizon to reach where I now live. Iridescent thoughts only lead to more schemes of forgotten shades, dreams sing an entirely new cavalcade of words from a forgotten time. It's all wound up and tied into a bun atop the head of the sinking ship's captain, nestled underneath his staunch white top hat. reliance upon the whims of the night's air bring nothing but the silent hymn of forgotten friendships and lackluster love. I've come this far without an honest speck of knowing despite all the flimsy beds i've made, and yet, i'm still relatively safe, cozy amongst what I've lost and gained all at once, for it's all at once. Never there or here but always alive and caught in the shadow of dried blood.