8:07

Porch lights flicker on.

By 8:16 a pleasant lull hits and sustains for about four minutes before it builds on cicadas and cotton candy and a jungle in the distance that goes on for three feet.
I know this without having to go there
because I've climbed down into it
and now it's happening around me.

The cicadas grow harsh and the colors fade from the sky.
I'd almost never believe they were there at all

but that they all leave and I'm cold in this heat.

Wonder if why is a question of effect, or affect.

Think that it's one but it's the other and learn not to ask it.

Your questions say more about the asker

when why is a question of intent.

And love songs can only be for those you've yet to meet or those you've left behind

when every moment I'm a different me.

This scene is of the people like molecules, rising as vapor, falling, compressing, igniting, transforming; even popping across every distance.

The setting is in the huddling snowdrops and slush or the other, the clouds..

The cicadas grow harsh and I realize I've lost count of them all

and never heard them stop.

Once they really do, I find they've outlasted time

and I believe that it will never be a concern of mine.

Transition out of being a molecule.

Be a vibration and exude the 

b e   c a u s e.