Silly Slumber

A swirling gold wind Speckles of dust I thrust my neck in to feel this I am bewildered, a smothered vine floating into the ending but I want to fight Want to get up and break knuckles and limbs to spread seeds and say I mattered This is the time we’ll remember and I can’t forget that man on the corner How we’re all allowed dreams and those who shatter are lessons for those who haven’t slept yet I’m closing eyes to remember the fabric of the depth of Godliness The heat in my chest, the badness And I’m weighing the contents of time to find where I should be standing Tightroping on the thin line before it’s enough and my promises are voided as bluff I’m mourning Wailing against the sepulcher of my birth The tomb of my purpose And the dead leaves that surround the contents of my body are ‘raptured’ There is no more time We’re weeping in the instant we begin again But they have left us with our own salvation in our hands and nowhere to go No peace to find sleep Good mourning