In this place

It's hard to remember.

In this place,
In this place.

The sensation is overwhelming;
It burns in your chest over old wounds inflicted in the same fashion.
The scar tissue builds, and you rip it in two.

Suck in the sulphuric odour that emanates from this place.

The same place where she sleeps;
The same place where this voice whispers;
The same place where a river of amber liquid flows freely.

In this place,
In this place.

Voluminous gaze, envelop me in your sure embrace;
Hourglass, allow me to hold you,
turn you,
use you in all of my selfish ways.

Godly sun, reveal yourself to be the bastard that you are.

In this place,
In this place.

There is so much to feel here,
yet it is convoluted and dark.

My eyes are closed.

It cuts like a knife;
It bleeds.
Freely, it moves;
Loosely, I walk.

Why, in such moments of mediocrity,
the everyday passage, is what you see,
but a grasp of what is?

Loosely, I hold this;
Like sand, it runs freely through the cracks
of my fingers.

Like blood, it is thick.

Like most things, it is misunderstood.

Husk

Raising your fists to the sky,
You bellow with force enough to melt your heart.

Scream to me, you muted bastard;
Slap me, you pacified dog;
Shake me, you unrelenting shadow.

Why, with such fury & sorrow,
will you not answer me?

Where is the true nature of you?
Your guise blinds me.
I know not much of you, but your eyes speak
A different language.

Rattle me to the core, you son of a bitch.
Unrepenting composite of a person,
I am a husk.

Revo

Sweeping.

Can you find meaning in this? 

There can be no other recourse; 

For every action, the consequences are sweeping;

For every feeling misunderstood, there is a place for them to be swept;

For my shaking hand, my caffeinated mind, my quivering lip, 

There is a place. 

I wander in a daze. 

A Home & A Hand

I am a twisted root, I am a fortified wall;
You care not to explain.
The anima; At once I cry with joyous rapture for the burden, the breath, and breadth, of my being;
at the same time, I torment over the callousness of this very same breadth.

Like the root, I run deep.

Intertwined in all of you; my actions, alongside yours,
like Atlas, carry the weight of the world upon my shoulders.

I lament.

An amoeba,
a serpent;

A flower,
yet not one that cares for your touch;

a valley,
a trail,
a home,
a heart & the truth;

we must bear the weight of our actions.
I must do so.

Although, to commit, is an entirely different thing.

Kings

Starry, star, star; you don't exist here in this place.
Nothing does; nor do I.

I walk; lost, racing.
1,000,000,000,000 words & colors & feelings, feelings as colors & colors as words
& everything as 1,000,000,000,000.

You speak & no one listens.
Actually, they do; up to a certain extent, then they nod.
Not one-other has time for words not minced.

They're all not so bad, though.

You keep to the inside.
Portray yourself differently you try & if you must,
I suppose attempt again.

It's a fools game.

Your constitution moves gently; it ebbs & flows, swims freely.
None aught but whatever the fuck happens between now & whenever
will determine a different outcome.

Trappings

A rudderless boat; it floats slowly downstream unoccupied.
I find my image here, no companionship; a road traveled alone.
Underneath my exterior, I am wise; I am foolish; I am beautiful; I am everything.

A keeper, I am not;
A decider, I do not;
A dove, I dream.

I dream of one-thousand landscaped never traversed;
I speak in one-thousand tongues foreign to me.

My blood boiled once; now, it simmers.
I gently wade through red waters towards the rudderless boat.

Once in, I climb aboard and immediately forget why I came here.
With no direction, I simply float.
Alone, with none-other than my thoughts;
trappings are a daily occurrence.