Gamble

Rife with abstractions, and still just listening; Leaning on pages, the night keeps glistening. Ripping at seams, no intentions of fixing As leaks spring up in the darkness of evening. -- Hollowed-out souls fill the depths of this bet, And mausoleums hold the ones straggling yet. We're fighting ourselves over people we've met Just to make up the ground in relieving the debt. -- Knife with distractions, and I've stopped listening; Meaning enrages; The light drips, glistening. Slipping the reams, no ideas for fixing The problems arisen on this summer evening.