pray pray pray
for the time is at hand
it is may
for which it shall be at end

burning hot yet cold // this vitreous gem
rhombic dodecahedron // whos congruency lies yet
disallowed to be worn as // dryness means bareness
fasting in dry heat // remembering sins wages
evocative of a bone licked // by an unwavering rod

bruised battered
i look to my knife and say
maybe today is the day
to send it all away
anguish and languish the mark
of a palpitating heart

maybe,far away
perhaps real nearby hope may
a part of this life
will this hope be a key to
the lock of life's farrago ?
maybe, the key is to go

disappointment. sigh
broken dreams. near but so far