day 1

it plays back like an epitaph

a reminder of children past

gluing it all together

the reasons why the future is far from near

ticking ticking the moon changes phases

the night burns brightly in their eyes

which way is up?

still you hold to the ground

angels sing till glass crunches beneath the feet of hopefuls

dead men tell no tails of the sea

mere myths of what it could be

swallow these stepping stones

grasp the sun and lasso it till earth bleeds

my hands become lava that never solidifies even in this endless night

I burn brighter than Sirius

we bark in mayhem at the glimmer

take take the pieces of the lip of my vows

pour into the soul that lives

not mine

not yours

it does not exist.


I plan to write everyday... this is day 1, December 29th, 2011.