Jars I: Moments of Memory

Jars Jagged remains jars of jagged broken glass youth swims into the past the end of spring the start of wages earned in the meager life all is for the dying of my flesh I transpire in the womb of my minds empire I see the ripples at the dawn of divinity I feel the glass shards jagged of my wasted life I cut my spine a grind my past Into bitter sand I stand and grin sinisterly my time spent burning the weed Destin to sleep the fevered dreams lost in jars of jagged dark glass Jars line my mind each one fill with the moments of memory the jagged images of my occurrence occupy my time the calling of the barren lands I offered no resistance I only struggle in my existence Linger in Jagged remains Of jars jagged things full of broken glass My youth swims into the past At the end of spring Before the start of wages earned in my meager life all done for the dying The dryness of my flesh I transpire in the womb of creation I stand in my minds empire I see the ripples at the dawn of infinity