Those times
Calling me endlessly
Without words
Fragments crystallised
I need sacraments of these
Or resolution:
Untwist my untruths
Into definitive understanding
Encompassing my mind, and actions
No more voice, to wallow in
And become further twisted
Let strands be in correct correlation
Instead of allowing idle indignation
Of such times and things seemingly forgotten...

...But forever crystalised
As my heart will remain,
crystallised
Until the actions speak of it, and open the door to that part kept clandestine
My inner beauty, which is those times and things that I had forgotten
Travelling down the easier path.