Outward (One Broken Dream At a Time)

OUTWARD Oh, to please. To pass this need forward. To place it amid the space between the stars; Spent amid the silence of parked cars your breath can Steam a window on the world as you wrest amid your brother’s schemes. Their addiction to dreaming awaits its cure; it will close still in murmurs of lost content and form; Desire opens deep a wound, you stammer still the words of men; how foolish one seems defying the thunderous and the pious, the weak, the ill-mannered, with a head of tears and a sanguine heart coming forth this way – this sterling way, outward you sit along the Path of mere resistance, you rest in this foolish place, upon carpet ripe with images does your eye seek the resplendent venue of the land of the woven miss-begotten, the time of folly where crisp did flow your brother’s goal to observe all in quick demise? Oh, but here outward only do you see the inert space where time and tide indeed do wait for you; for what others see only seeks to grasp the bar sublime and flip them out in space One broken dream at a time.