The Sinkholes Yet Succumbed

Hours spell the seconds

Past the minutes which we dwell

Footprint swallows footprint

Upon this path becoming, a brittle, shallow shell

Phonetic lacerations

Pronounce their truths in blood

A blistering apocalypse

Inscribed by quivered thumbs,

Leave us here abandoned,

Forcing forth the question,

“Just how far is it that we’ve come”

                  It’s quite natural, to fear the answers questions form,

Tomorrow’s but another speck, connecting what we want, to where we’ve just come from

                          

By sinkholes yet succumbed.

…Be still thy bitter tongue…

Forever Far

So close, forever far

disjointed, fragmented shards—

all there ever seems to be

Unhinging every high we see

collapsing curtains of such fragility,

tapestries, ever locked unto mind

Distorting the truth, accepting fully each it’s many lies,

relentlessly altering each potential there’s yet to find—

never nearer, than that of a fallen star

So close, forever far

Repression of the Heart

The fragility of frost, the frailty of fear

Fossilized parsecs, distance nears

Lost amidst the sunshine’s tears

Corrosion’s entrance comes

Fondling fast, attached to none

…rye brandy's wisdom took to hunt.

The sting of the prentice is shown

In the actions of unhappy predators,

Where agonies-induced oft wrought paths home

The archer’s ready…plucking thread & licking lips

 At an apple over the targets head…finger’s itchy/focus slips

The fallacy of frustration; the Fealty of fire

Imprisons the orbits of caged desire

…and natures paint expands a moon-fed light...

Oxidation’s egress departs, 

These same corridors, now rusted by the arrow's mark 

…to where flashbacks alone can foil repressions plight

Hour-Glass of Sorrow

Somehow we’ve been altered, the glow has faded

Pauses linger, as the space between grows,

Lips delay the words their day

I’m left mute, since the 

Swirl of the recall

All the minutes

Spent loving

You

Sorrow

Passing through

Oak frames, supporting

 Glassy chambers-above, below

Unified, unyielding flow, gravity connects

 Two opposites as one, Cylindrically processing

The Granularity of quicksand’s placated disparity, until,

Shifting, sifting, quickly drifting, transforming spatiality into Void