Friday, June 13, 2014

"Untitled" 6-1-14

I evoke respiration in search of desperation
Scent to closing the eyes to the deep abyss I once knew a twin
Briefly feeling nothing but hesitation, how lost we were with your sin
Our hesitation to renew in the mythic sea of transformation

I open the eyes to here, all the sifting white brands, now, and wait
for the waves, crashing without the winds of change, to relate
Sliding over mounds of ashen sand I flash ideals asunder
Without a perfect form in sight, all but the malleable tides reaching miniature peaks is a blunder

Soon, not unlike the abyss I retract grasp upon spires of hope, naturally
And I always, still, forever, breathe while drowning under only waves a part of me