Imprint

Imprint This started out complete, I tritely sought solution to my neighbor’s Dull attempt to walk across my eyes; They, those Brother’s mine, those who seek The moral imperative of causation, those who Seem diminished by the illusive movement Of all they aspire to retain – an imprint soul seeks eye, it spins a golden tapestry upon what we Call salvation, freedom, love – Three concepts of all one seeks. There are no boundaries, no bleak solitudes, No longing, no desire, no time, nothing required but This fragile, stolid moment – only you and your Requests revealed in the wake of the circumstance you Seek; for your desire has brought this all a jumble; You have turned these gifts inside out, you have taken All a burden and bound them in a sack like diamonds; someday strewn bleakness bound, to set them sterling Bright and watch them rise and fall at night; close your eyes the imprint’s value’s true, a sterling pattern’s dream upon your eyelids, all to pull you through…