I have tried to embraced death once It had left me numb Turned out Oliver twisted & entranced No tingle No storybook hope For a reunion with love Tuppenance or parlance Of a mum tongue
Left alone Responsible For my actions Of course & the actions of those before me Re-course undoubtedly Them that dost the shaping The future representatives Left Inconsequentially
I imagine what kindling kinship must think Of my timely deliverance & movement How sorry they felt Discarding my relevance Like an apple fallen Far from the tree & left in sight of bruising
Not enough baggage I am afraid For the life Alone Absent to the words Without her Pre-setting & upsetting my dial tone & how I came to find me Losing bout to bout When facing failure & the unknown Buried in that water Like the stomach & lungs of the forgotten Gasping for air in the murk Choking on chipped teeth & promises Inaudible moan
Stillness Have yet to touch death Only been manipulated By It's fiery folds In that water Beneath the moss Lies that certainty I will never know For who does this child belong too & I am still just a nervous kid In lackadaisical search of atonement Afraid of his own place in the universe The state The town This conversation & that moment
That which brought you To your How can I say resting place You do not nap You take loans out on heart strings You were taken from the factory line Post haste Unfit for full scaled production Shoveled & packaged antiquity Into that burden laced case Left beneath a woman Or above the boy You never could face
No it doesnt help to think Every map I disregarded Every opportunity to love I avoided Cause of me & myself & the departed
But maybe I know Something you don't I am alive & still full of the shocks & pangs Shocks of what I will The pangs of what I won't