Many a strange emotion betrays
beyond it's guilded hilt; beyond the guilt it relays
beyond the platonic encounters and ideal sways
slivers cast in the forgotten hallmaze of memoria
arose as a Christ berserk and craze
to infest the night with esoteric euphoria
and reprise the nocturnal remnants
of departed days
i gazed upon the swirling ceiling; or through
in a moment of utter despair, consternation and fright.
the puerile eyes of the saturnine moonlight
shone with such a bright
and pure
ocean-blue...
mind adrift still ...siphoning hues
Blind! the whirlwind of nothingness continues
builds upon bridges distraught on sight
i walk through them as i approach the fated night
steadily receding from my mooring spite
towards an emotive landlessness abject and trite.
ceaselessly thrown into a trance
of vapid suspense
i cast aside the curtains and leap over the fence
defenestrate this life and pay the fated price.
"fate is none"...i mumbled, " but a volatile dice"
To accept one's fate is then to relinquish a dot
But to elide a blank in the flesh
is to restore the fledged lot
and so it all begins towards the end
where the bridges of life and death suspend.
where sleeplessness rises above the tides
and engulfs the eyes by which it abides
with a veil of hope.. less obscure than pure
we presently join the dead in abode
and enchant the hymn
along the fading road...
©poetree
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