when good and bad collide

the obscenities of tonight equal
bliss
love
devotion

to a world where we feel some sort of
feeling
to the world where
boundaries do not mask our sacrifice
for the worldly and external experience

and i may have little to say now

but i know the realm in which we roam
is anything but void
and the depression i may not want to address
is anything but solid

when the world finds itself
in the conversation of smelly touques
and giggles.