I'm not the answer
I'll always be the question
I'm not the reason
I'll always be the act
I'm not love
I'll always be heartbreak

As you take shelter
In a world of fantasy
Admire the rhyme
And the alchemy
But if you must know
Like the spoken word
It is empty
You cannot see what you heard
An uninhabitable furnace
Of blistering truth
And beauty
Neither to comfort or soothe
A cross of pain
The nails are hammered
Into each painting
As reflection is fractured
A dream
Or deep meaning
Is not a home
Or place for living
It exists
At the dreamer’s behest
For experience
And if you choose to be blessed
Then take a picture
From the nail
But as it is removed
It reappears to avail
Another seeker
Of love
Of common ground
To be free of
Isolated pain
In order to know
That like them
I sleep in the rain
Yet it is no way to live
Each day my mind returns to me
But when we meet again
You will know what I set free