INVISIBLE THINGS
I search for
invisible things in the air hoping there is where you are, and where they are
Sipping on empty
things to wash down the entrapped errant despair and
Piping all day, hoping this holy smoke carries
to your deepest chambers whispers of my succumbing tender lungs with ultimate timeless love & care
Pipe & cup all day long, to fill this limitless void caved inside, where sight has no
glance not even when all those candles glowing around your epitaph
And the wild
birds of air echo this long voiceless symphony from every alveolus, my assumption-less assumption
assumes...
I hope you
are a phoenix...
In the end, pleasing
psychometric findings to be awarded, for every prayer never rewarded and answer for every obbligato question posed
because the saddest ones always start with why?
and why after that why there seems to be no zed?
But its
subliminal that’s why I don’t seem to understand...
Evanescence
is not a part of the fading flesh, never of the glowing spirit
Be rest
assured I am not a trader
And will
never trade it all
Am a hunter
I’ll hunt
all,
In life or
shadow of death
I’ll look
for you and all the things I don’t see in the things still I don’t
see
I am buried
in sporadic dreams holding onto faith magic flies me out, someday, perhaps time
will be kind forth to let me out this and array into visibility the scores and
tests of time
I’m dead in love with people and
things I don’t see
Comments