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Fleeting Depth
(Reckoning with myself)
Watching the sun rise to see it drown in
Miles and miles of unforeseen roads and forks,
Running far from familiar sounds.
Where did life catch my blistered feet?
When did my dreams botch and fade?
Destined to the land of sleeping angels,
Take me to paradise where I would not be:
Mesmerised on the flesh of painted love,
Rejected in my passion for solitude.
Stains of a million hopes broken on its own.
I do not want virtue to pick on my carcass;
When I collapse, exhausted from the run.
Searching innocent, oblivious of the meek;
Unto shores of insanity and cigarette burns.
Would you take me to the edge of Kismet?
For the words I heard are beyond my debt.
And yet in the bleakness of penance and silence,
I found no wisdom in smoking the dust of sages
A day or two and I lose my mind no sooner.
Condemned to meet my final moments again.
Wherein the thousand I spend in my wake
Trying to catch the fleeting lights of thoughts
Where I would not be the man you hoped for
Running away from the glory of belonging
To be where I would not…
