To Be Broken Is To Be Honest - Collaboration With Space Cadet

TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C) The sand is a warm window; from the sill, I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me. Sea opens to self-sought solitude. That one day, distant lands became familiar playground for children of men, cruelly joined in time and place, by dice thrown into air, dimpled cubes with my name and theirs. I hear those children laugh in their sunny day, ice cream innocence. Their language a sound from once familiar foreign land. I stand in pain, refuse the hand that asks to help And wonder: if to be a child is to be honest, am I blind to their askance stares? With each step will I leave behind their glares? As I lift my head from my feet, with eyes toward the sea, my scars are only reflections of the footprints they perceive to be as me: Lines in the flesh-colored sand, wilted under uneven sea edges, remainders of the battle of separation. Craters, crimson petals blemished in the glass sun. A lonely pursuit. A sand rose's stigmata on my chest. Silence polished on my window reflection. Yet I gleam, my back to a windowless beach: With each day's dusk, we all fracture, light decays myriad aspects etched experiences To be broken is to be honest