Destructive Creation

Pull the end of changes Through to my defeat Beneath the hands that point me To the witness at my feet And I will always balance Through the riddle’s song Because the centre dreams me And this creation does no wrong Always one last reason To pull me past my mind And through the flowing answers Then beyond what I might find Eyes that can’t forgive me Through hearts that always bleed For all I’ve gone and witnessed There is a victim at my feet For all that I will create There is a reality I’ve slain And this growing world of beauty Is matched by self-disdain