Stop talking, stop asking, stop wondering
Stop making ME wonder
Pass over a veil of dreams, to clutch in sweated palms
and leave me, screaming, in illusion and hope
Give me the cry of clouds; in aeromancy we see truth
I had nothing; I didn't know
I'm playing with my mind and it's winning
Twisted emotions forge fake perfection into a bland sea
An ocean's mirror; milky, weak, sterile
A storm's rage builds a reflection
Throwing questions, never asked before, ever
and endless wonderings in panic of sibylline proportions
The frustration of pleasure that is not rises again
Gulping those silent breaths as a prelude to arealdrowning death
I want to ask, can I go through this once more? Twice? Forever?
In salted moments of pain, almost excruciating, I think - hard
How can I look into those eyes and know for sure?
Concrete is a has-been, dissolved in Karma's callous brine
An unlevelled setting beats my heart outside of its residence
and fluid anxiety has replaced the misery of counting seconds
I want to sit in my cage again, in the dark
and resist the urge to sing
SRWB 2010
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