my heart is aching for something i cannot name
burning like a moth to a flame
wordless
soundless
emptiness
bells ring
horns honk
and still i sit on this rock
wondering what it is about this hour that seems to leave me this way
and about what it will take to stay on the rails this time around
--how deeply must i adjust to the darkness before i can see in the light?
is there some sort of switch i must find?
within or without?
in this world of distorted mirrors and shadow games,
how am i ever to …
listen to what my eyes can't see
feel what my body won't register
and know what my mind refuses to touch?
am i really here at all or is even this self i portray an illusion
wandering through this maze of riddles and rhymes until my feet give way and my heart
my heart
my
heart
*succumbs.