Sugar cement
A mind of matter
Stuck in cotton candy clouds
Tangled among sugar strands
And tacky threads
What’s needed is a rainstorm pour
Buckets of clarity
Destroying messy filaments of covalence
No one should hesitate to
Flood the parade
For freedom’s sake
Sugar spun cotton
As magnificently weaved as can be
Wipe out every last trace, please
Do not feed parasites that can ferment and disease
Save the sugar
For those you should keep
Seems to be just me
But I see the parade as a living party
Living off blood and energy
To be held repeatedly
Remember how the parade
Bridged our two streets
I know we looked from different windows
But still
Did we not share at least some
Of the same memories
Have you forgotten
The flashing colours
Moonlit moments
And heart strumming tunes
I had a great time
Did you
Every day
We walk past those same streets
How did you decide to burn some
But not every piece
Should I hydrate broken history
So you can’t set fire to all the artefacts
Or would that just drown
The minimal we have left
I would much prefer a gentle shower
Enough to loosen up blinding clouds
But only as much as need be
For no one rips off a fractured wrist
Just to be free
From casting remedies
I simply don’t have it in me
To wish a devastating flood
Upon my neighbourhood anatomy
Just to be free
Blanket freedom is not worth depriving
Possibilities from the test of time
Nor do those who will matter
Deserve the burden
These bridge remnants
Are more than just burnt ashes
At the very least it’s space to house future parades
A chance to revive the dying party
If I were to invite you
With an envelope of sugar cement
No strings attached
Would you be interested
To join me
