Your sweet promise
coats me like a varnish,
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless
human
skin-tight
vault.
Fatally sealed,
this timeless wait in madness,
this paused intent
of craftsmanship
one unstepped
frozen
foot ahead
contains me like a parasite,
and I, far from drowning,
hibernate within;
mirages of possibility,
seeming eons of time
– bereft of touch –
pass me by, imprisoned.
But wide awake alone,
insane,
inside this vacuumed husk,
I quench my heart
– reflection –
while my hunger,
still un-fed,
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading,
timeless,
statuesque,
and stunted soul.
I wait (believing)
baited and entombed,
for the next civilisation
to unbury me
and recreate a reason
for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Your sweet promise
coats me like a varnish,
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless
human
skin-tight
vault.
Fatally sealed,
this timeless wait in madness,
this paused intent
of craftsmanship
one unstepped
frozen
foot ahead
contains me like a parasite,
and I, far from drowning,
hibernate within;
mirages of possibility,
seeming eons of time
– bereft of touch –
pass me by, imprisoned.
But wide awake alone,
insane,
inside this vacuumed husk,
I quench my heart
– reflection –
while my hunger,
still un-fed,
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading,
timeless,
statuesque,
and stunted soul.
I wait (believing)
baited and entombed,
for the next civilisation
to unbury me
and recreate a reason
for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 28 August, 2011
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