remnants
unearthed and examined
for clues to a purpose
life viewed in linearity
but those rules
never quite applied
to what you were searching for
rhetorical solipsism
remnants
unearthed and examined
for clues to a purpose
life viewed in linearity
but those rules
never quite applied
to what you were searching for
imagined reality
released
realized
the dust
from dark corners
swept into piles
turned into sculpture
impart yourself
add to the noise
until you hear music
blankets of shadow
looming
impending
inevitable
float away with the storm
home awaits, patiently
illuminated by the sun
that you’d forgotten
melting thoughts
seeing static
memories are
dripping
dissipating
a living mirage
a mist
dispersed in color
inescapable mechanisms
the trodden trails
confined by thickets and thorns
creativity
in templates
in guidelines
realization
lies outside boundaries
there’s a
force
behind life
cyclical, immutable
something always
rises
from another’s
end
living
in a bomb shelter
call it a
sanctuary
but that doesn’t mean
you’re not
hiding
another departure
from a familiar existence
steps in the dark
towards a vulnerable place
somewhere more frightening
but somewhere new
familiar steps
towards another tomorrow
it’s always been safe
inside the house built of matches
light the same lavender candle every night
but the flame’s dance is always new
the worlds within ourselves
to be explored
or escaped
realized
or rejected
pieces of you
scattered along
these inside places
to be collected until whole