Lying Just Behind the Light
The means of measure
Goes too far beyond
Means of comprehension
Mortal minds with fragile hearts
Pressed together in love
To form a downward-spiraling kaleidoscope
Distant messages shout back
Too ambiguous to discern
Too long desired
To reject
The weight defines the value
Still yet, not the means
But ensues havoc
Upon the soul it will wrought
As the novelist torments himself
With all that he “just wanted to say…”
Alas, so dies the flame
Guttering a bitter rattle
For lack of circulation,
And veins to push the flow
Black, acid rain
Showers down to heaven
Painful and wanted not
But refreshing all the same
From what means brings the end to measure?
The open door, the empty chair?
Neglected by remembrance?
Or carefully sheltered from recognition?
Joy does not bring the depth
Felt in flight through
The bottomless pit
Trapped within a moment
Chained and bound by a word
Copyright © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2010
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