your exteriors travel

It was literally a bold action
of terrorist envy when I threw
my eyes toward your sterile form
You were caught in that bright
square, that great equalizer,
That flashed you toward your
judgement in the hopeful dawns
of all mornings
Trying so hard not to be
human out there but at your
point of origin you had
to be burning.
None of us regret the way
the world works because we
can't. There is no such thing
as a devil until imagined by
millions with the mind of a movie
You're no victim, you flash out
there alive, your exteriors travel,
you crash a wave across
every conversation going and you
sink into the sand made of people
Now mud and how can it be but that
every mind must think toward you
when bonded by your evaporating water