towards light and separation
the source
of
tears is
rain
is
oceans
the sky
is
limitless
with
wet
scarves
the drown of
the drench of
sorrow, a
lamented
yesterday
where all counters
of time wither
and thru’
september’s
nourish
where gallant
blooms perish
and boughs
ready to
groan a rust’s
worth of start
to perform
skeletons,
frosts yet to
alarm roots
minutes
drift lonelier
drift like a sigh
would when
spurned,
this world of
loneliness is
medicated to
turn, to wield
it’s slumber,
we are dead
before we fall
like autumn,
my heart exact
with rot, where
solitude exerts
it’s cot of
whispers
was once
sighed about
with wonder,
and thunder
took me to soar,
to balance among
sunbeams
the roads walked
have diminished,
every wish unmet
stood upon the
narratives of soil
that knows too many
bones
i strive to
stride nowhere
now the opaque
horizon comes
nearer with cold
outstretched
breath
i seek
the atom’s
limbo
seek the
complex
dark
where sleep’s an entire kingdom
there is
no sequel
to waking
no elaborate
light to make
the mind
peer skywards
yet i am
where the
soil covets,
comforts with
loam soft songs,
hear the idea seep
soon to be
gathered by
a tree’s thirst
the suck of soul
will free from the
devil’s hinge
the capacity to
forget love to
let it’s pause
cease shall be
the dismantle
of this sphere
many dream upon
the source
of oceans
is tears
and collected
rivers,
continues rain
where the infinite eye weeps
