from up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire

somewhere high above this city sits an angel, calling my name over the hum, pop, and buzz of the neon city lights. somwhere far and away is the sound of soul that's missing me, waking with me on his mind.

and as the fluid traffic stream fell through the cracks of a beautiful Atlanta skyline, i thought of every moment past in it's streets and midnights. some foggy and fantasic, unreal, the embellished dreams of my child hood. some fond and bleeding with the sounds of Deftones over the speakers of a dear friend's four-door pickup. Some angry, frustrated with the potential ruin of civilization. All of them, the best moments of my life to date.

and somewhere in this pulse and freeze the first unhappy time i can remember about the city. the news that the nightmare i'd lived in, the dream come vividly to life in a most torturous way, was actually much worse than i could have imagined. another day, another demon.

but as the blackness of the passenger's seat overtook me and all i could tell in the world was the glowing shadowy down town postcard of Atlanta, all again was right with the world.

and every window, tunnel, car, or turn around went up in a heavenly type blaze like some sparkler dim on the stars. my soul climbed to the top of the world, looked out across a vast sea of light like pin hole stars, and free-fell back to earth in the center of the city.

the world around me died. the twinkle lights began to breathe.