MC the FURT

Tracing a path where the deciduous sediment lies
Mapping the sky, a marble of cosmic disguise
The vapor trails of vessels, like ghosts of an unpainted line
A glitch in the design, you laughed—and the moment was mine.

In the intervals of silence, where the dialogue erodes
The crunch of the gravel is a symphony of hidden codes
Like leavened warmth, the dry leaves offer their psalms
"I’m hungry," you whisper, a gentle prayer held in our palms.

This finite happiness, a sanctuary, pure and complete
Though the winter entropy descends to freeze the street
The thermal conductance of your hand is the fire, the glow
Fuel beyond hydrogen, the only kinetic I know
I’ve no curiosity for the void or the infinite span
As long as I’m bounded by the touch of a fellow man (you)
Isn't it so? I feel the resonance in you
Isn't it so? Our synchronization is true.

The mercury falls, and the crystalline structures descend
Reflecting a miracle, where the light and the gravity bend
We watched the amber tapestry turn to a frozen facade
Feeling the melancholy of autumn’s final charade.

We’ve mastered the mechanics of how to negate the dark
Igniting the future from a single, resilient spark
Countless stumbles are now just the geometry of grace
Illuminating the topography of our shared space.

This finite happiness, a sanctuary, pure and complete
Though the winter entropy descends to freeze the street
The thermal conductance of your hand is the fire, the glow
Fuel beyond hydrogen, the only kinetic I know
I’ve no curiosity for the void or the infinite span
As long as I’m bounded by the touch of a fellow man
Isn't it so? I feel the resonance in you
Isn't it so?