Between Questions
Step on the slide to,
Rhythm uncertainty.
Swept on the fire to,
Risk it's beauty.
And to stare through the,
Fathoms of misery.
Over grouping under taking,
Loosing lines between all these,
While,
Shaping corners of inconsistency.
Quarrel through the terms,
Held the notes of hero's and nurseries.
Reaching up to the out,
Grip the spacious pull it in.
Answer trembling conscious by moist,
Bathe the inner mind venture in deep.
The pain,
Unfelt,
Unfault thought I father,
To transit across us,
Shoulder height and back,
Between all supposed lovers.
So familiar,
The eradication,
Miss fit, missed hit,
Missed all desire.
I swing on the string.
Cavities who blank-fully fill the head,
Empty space with only,
Connected questions as my thread.
Here I can only seem to unravel,
But I end falling,
Always fast into clairvoyance.
Copyright © Josh Cumpian | Year Posted 2011
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