Time tracks

Forever the shadow, tangled light Held in place by invisible edges And there the slanted, stumbled plight Echoes of always repeating pledges Under the dawn, where eyes don't see Where caresses sooth the rebel Reality listens, hears a dampened plea Heard by the ear shaped pebble No-one is bound or prevented to leave Each of us settled, sedated Looking for semblance of self to retrieve In the existence that we created