it isnt the glow of neon truth flushing out your eyes
its the chemical indifference
and what lies between the lines
the triumphant return of a dark horse
or a struggle in the weeds
that moment of clarity
and the lack of certainty
we will leave here lifted
from whatever curse that has plagued us
we will count our scars
and forge them into nothingness
isnt life a loss
isnt it?