are we ever as rare
as destined disruptions
fate kneels,
submits and forgets
the sunken souls depth to.
we keep our hearts free
to perish beneath the weighs
we bind our lives in
two halves of sutures tearing
soul failing to keep you,
here with noone
solitude,
shaded fires in the silver glasses introspective denied
internalized and marvel mere
filled with unresponsive cornerstones you've set out to plate it nicely
for you are greater than
that which is or isn't true.
ruining the parts of pristine
made of who trailed away
in yestersorrows to burdensome
to cling to.
notice all the flavors
the bland made hues
of less and lie
and the smoking regards
for sacrificial innocence
taken to the alter
in appeals to fear
living shear and dying invisibly
between the inference an the silence,
the world will listen
spinning time into year after year,
and all lives into corners
of the circle,
if we've a luck of more'n some,
and blessings of vocals
and the dumb,
when the letters literal
lend their service
to the tongue,
ears will note the ancient
weighing upon the eagerly young.
it's only posterity,
intimate and undone.
where else the shadow
fallen discordant stepping out,
walking into darkness
proceeding the shining soul
harbors in humanitary homage.
the night ends not because the dawn wins, it ends for it remains each day,
in a time that all once was
all it ever became.