the filters
placed over, your light
shines through
but we see nothing,
only a solid glaciation of mind
heightening to pliant fingers;
and striving towards ossification.
that motley expression, of which i caught a glimpse,
changes nothing in my poignant mind,
only breaks the brittle ties
of lucid thoughts, nostalgic dreams.
I beg you, close your eyes to the neon oxygen.
I see your tapering soul
I see your diminishing focus
lose not your way. find again your galled self,
put back the hackneyed words, and
re-enter a faery's realm. |