September 23, 2008

no longer precious

I pour out my heart like water on dry ground
truth walks in, absolute in theory alone;
but it isn't happiness to see me
because on my knees or on my face
it has lost its power to captivate:
a dull reminder of the lost privilege
memories are just a surreal color on my brush
the vision fades to black
obscured by illusions of triumph
where I crossed over to authority
perhaps denied, or not yet revealed
the mystery, once in focus, thickens with confusion
I forget the face to face
All i see is broken pieces
scattered on hopeless land.

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