Inertia of a Question

8/27/06

Climbing out of this empty corpse,

But a shell, a worthless covering

Held over scars too deep to conceal,

I shed these fears that are no longer mine.

Time is altered as days are numbered,

Approximated, yet all are accounted for.

The list continues on without me,

Sodden but lacking discrepancies

It is a toil in its completion

Many-faced and true to the lie

As ever one can be.

Defenseless hands held wide in pleading

Can I but capture the ghost

Only to murder it again as I sleep

Dreams once held dear but now fleeting

Tethered and drawing ever near

With every unsure beat of this heart

Would that I could see the face

Weeping on the black side of the mirror

To glean from the tears a taste

A wonder or perhaps a curse

To know Fate in a refracted shard of light

The answer is there at the end

Footsteps trailing away from skin

To follow a memory down darkened synapses;

Hope is always but a frail fire

I will set a million candles aflame

Before the days turn to years unending

And the complication is fabricated

Seamlessly into a spindle of reality

Passing moments and hearts in jars

Dusty with despair and longing

Tear the petals, scatter ashes

Ever shall I walk onward.