everything just went to our heads

it's a forest at night,
and like little buddhas
we forage for pieces
of light

we fill our bags.

by dawn,
we arrive
at camp
with
collections
of ghosts,
freshly squeezed blood,
and intentions
that were framed.

we empty the contents
on the floor,
sort them,
and construct a temple
from what he had found.

we use glue
and a blueprint
that some stranger handed us.

we finish
by placing a crown
at the apex
of our temple.

and just as the first
few pieces
begin to unravel,

and tumble
down the walls,

we step inside
and pray.