why try
when so hard it seems,
to gleam hope from the futile
or childish release
intent that our bearing be fixed but uncharted
while denying our right to exist, like the holes for our starting.
compose the lines, that draw the lies, all the way back to that first disguise
here naked, at least we have nothing to hide..
why try
when so soon it leaves
bliss glints in questions arching,
broken, cradled limbs.
candescence was our creed, illumination was a spectacle
to decay to dulled diamonds and still
a hole in the sky spoke to me
and gently asked me for my eyes
he turned his blue heart away from me
and jealously stole the tide from the sea
so concrete, convinced in
my shadow over this world, a reverence for the misheard
i hear them all
i hear them all
