Turbulence

Is this as far as we go? This seemingly promising egg Laid by the keen hopes of love Rearing deliberate cracks... Is this how far froth Kisses my feet? Will not come much further And envelope my entirety in it's grasp? Is this the end of promised Rain on drought? See, how deep the dryness Has eaten into earth! The bell has lost its pendulum, The clock overticks, Music lingers yet finds no voice To unleash its waves. My eyes have clutched the red-mail, My hearts to be ripped out If i do not wrestle with the wall, If i do not lick feet, Mere feats of a dog. Am i a dog? Should i be a dog? Why should i be a dog? I am originally man! Then, the knot is tied. I have no teeth, The air made me old enough to loose them. My fingers are frail, voice caught by wiles, No voice to hearken to a kind friend. So here i am in frenzied silence sober, Looking up to this white statue With frozen stretched arms, Hoping to be embraced?