| I’d promised to go, but now that it’s time, the scene of what I’d missed
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| Is haunting me through tattered blinds
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| «Lift your eyes from above. |
| Let your life flow out.»
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| Born from resistance, and plagued by irreverence
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| The burden of a slow memory’s remnants
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| Awaken in moments and search for the relevance
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| The instance fades and leaves me no change
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| It wouldn’t seem like such a blow if only minds could be renewed as well as bone
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| If only years could all be hewn as well as stone
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| A burst of color and dismay rends a draped malaise which
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| Maligned as it may, still offers up a sanctum’s peace
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| A cloven hoof crawls for the hobbled
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| The forked tongue croaks the call of the dumb
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| What passes over when heads are steeped, neck deep
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| In the drolls cast off by the shrugging arms, the wading mass
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| The sludge so thick all limbs are lamed?
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| Still we waddle all the same
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| Cast off all my weight
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| «So cast your light away. |
| They’ll shine your light out.»
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| This bleeding erupted from the sores of wasted gods
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| The tension was broken by bloodied fists and open arms
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| The meaning destructed in solitude and fits of calm
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| Residing in daydreams, you’ll only feel it once it’s gone
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| One day, and one chance to fail one day
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| You’ll never screw this again, so take it all the way and dig through your grave |