Part One:

Are we really awake?

In the car,

Driving,

Inches away on both sides,

Death rides parallel.

Can you even feel?

The beat of your heart,

Against the wind,

Pushing through the speed of sound.

Is the rhythm uneven?

Of pulsing bodies,

Making whole.

The echoes of the boundaries,

Furnishing their home.

Was it ever even real?

Life as you believe.

Could you imagine a cloud before rain,

Or a step before a cry?

As water flows down a sink,

We will spiral back before,

An eventuality,

Could spit us out.

Were we ever really born?

I am closed inside a basket,

Floating down a river,

Pushing through the pipe,

To see the other side.

Part Two:

And so I begin,

Darting reflections,

Poised and peering.

From inside,

Why oh why?

Developing an embryo,

Holding on fast to an ideal,

Placenta.

Falling from a tree,

A dream,

To strangle an ounce of beauty.

I am starring at my pupil.

The retina glows.

In and out my breathing fluctuates,

Steeling a glance,

As mixed possessions stream across,

A bare back,

On my bed lying there,

Waiting while I think more.

All the secrets of the world lie before you and you wait to see. . .

A place,

So far beyond an imagined,

A destitute street,

Littered with hope,

Dusted along a crack of an un-pardoned crime.

Am I really starring into another body of is it just myself is there ever really anybody or just an imagination of the self my own hands form a bond with yours making us at unity and with that comes a secret far beyond the grasp of facts

And a dream is real,

The mother feeds,

The baby,

Nursed.

Sheets of black form a cavern in which I lie

No conscious choice was ever necessary.

And then I feel into it deeper to lose the ego of myself

In order to feel,

One must be one,

The eye forces a union,

Ethereally,

Unbroken.

Fingers dances on the windowsill,

Stroking the hand of the unborn child,

The peace within us,

The stifled urge to emancipate,

The self without bounds.

What truly brings us together,

What eventually drives us apart,

But no matter what,

My eyes see what my hands could never,

And my mind knows,

What everyone else could not.

And as the sun came up a glow rose above his face

Part Three:

And so it begins,

I am mortified by my own actions.

A rocky watery shore displayed.

Dark waters formulate a new experience,

They are entranced.

I was void of that personality,

But not the others.

Time ticked as I sat on a shore,

In between heaven and hell,

Numb to the icy abyss stretching before me,

Encroaching on my mind.

No one was around.

They revel in the visage,

As I sit.

It was jocular once,

The chiming of their voices like bells,

Echoing a dull excuse,

Never fully resonating in my ear.

I stood with a smile,

A fiendish one.

Would you like to see?

But that was too real,

To let everyone know,

What was never needed to be known,

To let them dance in the waves of my mind,

As they splashed on the rotten earth that circled it.

There was a film around,

Separating me from the world,

Ambivalence clouded my countenance,

As I smirked the same grin.

A lust overwhelmed my body,

One for revenge.

It needed to be satisfied.

Lost control,

Everything happened before my eyes,

I stood outside to watch,

To see it play out.

Damage,

Destruction,

Breaking down a foundation.

I am uplifted,

And numb.

I lost control.

Did I ever have control?

Sitting in a frigid space,

That I call my own.

I count on the fact,

That I am justified to defy a creation,

So wondrous,

To pluck love in its true form from the bow of a tree,

That dangled over the pool,

Which bred my hate,

And my passion.

The face is your face,

Her face is my face.

There is laughter echoing in my ear,

I cannot sleep.

Everything is a reflection,

I see in your eyes agony and malice.

I see myself in you,

You are me.

I cannot sleep,

The dream is real.

Part Four:

There is a loop,

Forming,

Webbing.

Constructing a mind.

Abhorring,

A set pattern,

Circulating.

Around an edge,

Breaking off.

Glass shatters,

Rubber bends,

Adapting.

While the perfect dignity of the glass. . .

Rebuilds,

Reborn,

Regenerates.

But it can’t under these conditions.

A man walks,

Barefoot,

Cutting his feet,

Blood forms rivulets,

Weaving.

Glass glaciers in a red sea.

There is a scream forming in my eye.

Would you like to see it?

Can you comprehend what I’m driving at?

I see pain,

Torment.

So my eyes scream.

What a better reflection?

My eyes scream.

If I could even begin to describe,

The wrinkles on my hand,

The flames of the sun,

The depth of a black hole,

I’d be god.

A never ending lie,

No beginning no end,

A universe on my back,

Draped under the false impression of humanity.

The answers are in front of you,

Barely hidden.

There is a marriage between chaos and the blind,

Forming a beauty,

Steeped in a power,

A light beyond a light.

That makes this real,

While destroying another foundation.

Loving our inability,

To know an abstraction.

I cannot loop the way you do,

You engulf me into nothingness,

And rebuild me the same instant,

The scream is lost,

Left inaudible in the twinkle of my eye,

You bring me no pain,

Unless it came from trying to break down my formalities,

The way I tried to know you the way I know myself.

I could never understand you.

Only in melding with your abysmal void,

Being nothing and everything.

I love you.