In memory, my excitement for the moment has faded.
I still remember it vaguely though,
I remember feeling as though I was laying on the ground while my stomach was heavy.
Thin clouds covered huge constellations of morning life.
Ever shining street light stars shown like mindful oblivion -
Like a heaven with answers,
A temple with a ceiling.
Beneath me would be the forever I once knew,
Though it could be argued that both sides were up.
I rode away, letting the sun chase me,
And gave thought and reverence to the blood spilled on the horizon.
Birth, and death, were both bloody ordeals,
And right that moment I found myself strangely clean.
I’m going to miss you, Louisville.