Nowhere is the path that
burns bright green and blue
leading anywhere it twists
and turns and spits in two
folding inward upon itself,
like mirrors of the past
we are left with nothing,
nothing at it's best
so see tangible reality fade
into darkness, into judgment
with
that look upon your face
and I can view no end to
discontentment
for enchanted rhyme is
endless-
so;
the path leads on and
bleeds black
like opaque cylinders they
twist and lead back
to begin anew at tomorrows
end
so sorrowful a find, so
tarnished a sin
meander 'round once more
again
to stare and settle
seethe and wreathe
with airs of mettlesome
qualities
I see the circle
I see the path
When sorrows end comes
rambling back
beneath the mire, stone and
wire
i wish to say what my
thoughts whisper
but formulated sentences in
formulated phase
hold none of the meaning i
wish to convey.
and thus i wisp, i wan, i
bleed
out among the floor, for none
to see.
beneath the stars
unearths the sea
i was you
and you were me.
