During hot summers
they used to walk through the neon lit streets at 3am.
They were seduced on freewill
falling in and out of basement jazz bars
in derelict zones.
Music in their souls
and abstraction in their minds.
Never short of courage
sipping whisky neat
drinking hours away
running out of days
feeling abundance and horizons infinite
whilst walking straight towards the heavy hearted bonfire of destruction.
They traced their path to nirvana
inventing their path
away from the banal.
Searching for the reality that both attracted and repelled them.
The novelty of everything was unexpected and effortless.
Life stretched out everlasting
and truth tempted their souls off the narrow path of the paradox
towards the only truth that they wanted
mysterious and inexplicable
the truth which they couldn’t put into words
which couldn’t fit into a single story.