Perfidious persecution padding the pained patronage, love.
The persistence of piercing parted your perfect peace
making the same mistakes again to mutilate your mind
living in the belief that belied memories you will never find.
Lost to the lasting lunges of an un-restraining impulse.
Nearly took all, but left empty-handed
relinquished in that one instant and subsumed,
into the rolling breaker that milled to a silt.
A rejected soul slipping to faceless oblivion.
Blasted shards, chiseled facets,
scarred,broken, fragmented and splintered,
scattered in a desolate deepening darkness.
You could not find the axis to hold totality
but were so much broken glass containing the light
cast down, discarded in distressed destitution,
a dislocated destruction and fractured.
Changed from what you were.
Mutilated to what you have become.
Not to seem the same ever
love has become the never
that will be the severing of yourself.
Once so inviolate; now scattered to a nothing.
Once so soaring; now clipped in the wing.
Once so tall; now so low.
A seeping, liquidity of nihilism,
a shadow-winding shroud that seducts
the strum strung tension: from your skin
the blueness: from your eye
the life: from your smile
the pulse: from your veins
the breath: from your lips
the energy: from your spirit
and the spirit from your soul
for that tiny, tiny voice
which is you, which was you
we are changed by what we were;
we are changed by what we are;
we are changed by what we will be;
we are changed by change
distilled, synthesised, clarified, essenssed and refined
beyond our perception
our small story rises as a saga of unimaginable beauty, unheard, untold
yet pulsing through the ether of time ….
but it hurts
hey tiger…. how are you?
better than i was……i guess