Watch as it changes over.

my cryptic nature
escaping me
engulfed by
honest tendencies
stay up late
hear the pump break
destroy my fate
until i wake

a deliberate decision?
no, i meant not
to get ashes in your water
(so to speak)
the night is relatively still
the calm, infrequent wind
breathes in my direction
defying my decision
to sit in silent obscurity
my choice to choose the wrong words
stop wasting paper, now
i can't wait to waste paint instead.
i watch my surroundings quietly
the bicycle stands without fear
but not fearlessly. just...
allowing the light to expose its
entirety.
the bike, the bucket, glistening.
glistening without dew.
its metal entirely
gleaming in the night
stars like pinholes
above me
the bike, the bucket,
the bulked, is that enough?
bathed in artificial light
i wish to remember
this ever-still night
a night ordinary enough
but marking a day
of riding away
so brilliant we were
on bumpy roads
i held on tightly
to his shoulders
until my arms were weak.
the passenger footpegs dared
to vibrate endlessly
the hills dared to
undulate vividly
emanating odours
sour, then sweet, then
nothing but complete
the sun bore brightly
as i held tightly
awake and alive
as i'll ever be
attentive, nervous,
relaxed simultaneously