I have always felt a
certain Finite weight in
my core.
As a heavy handed spiritual
divider, breeding distance between
myself and those I encounter.
I am made to feel
like an aftershock of
the light, I am a
product of a human
eclipse. Life passes through
me, and lives pass
through me and past
lives leave nothing but
faint, waning embers of
purpose. This existence of
mine echoes in reminiscence
of carrying out a death
sentence in a mobile
prison cell, atop a
castle of nerves and
awkward movements.
Towards others,
and away from others,
and other
actions to create
something worth noticing.

But like me, these marks of anticipation are whisked away as desert love-notes, lost in storms of sand and ignorance alike.

Yet, there is solace
to be found in the
notion that no man
nor mind can carve
futures in concrete and
brimstone. And I know
this to be true,
because

oh my god, I am trying my hardest to change.

Oh, I feel the shift of elements in my bloodstream.

Oh, I feel the shift of the gravity laced through the tides.

I sense the shift in control over my caster,
my sun,
my source of existence,
my darkness,
my solace.

Eternal imbalance, keep my days golden. But let the nights stay silver, so I may sleep.