~ No picture! Nothing could ever represent it. ~

Methought to amuse the unthinkable,

to run after the trace of All that is and naught

just to race like a wild horse in circles of tail-tale,

and become bemused - more still desertly mad

in the uneasiness of human mind frenzied!

For realities merge, crash, and detach 'fore our eyes -

ever real, but always mythical.

A twin of water weeps as it rejoices 

at the majesty of the phenomenon.

Deep within, all the fleshly suited renters

thirst for the goblet which will never quench

the full abstract desire.

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

Weariness that is not weary.

Determination raging no-where reflected.

Peace swelling the breaths of longing.

Laceration piercing through the veil of masking

in the sarcophagus of my own confinement.

Amidst the nails of sacrificing, rust carves flowers everlasting.

A solemn vow – simmering blood intoning the death of falling.

A simple reminder – a void of eyes in the white darkness.