It's a hole
This I am sure of
It leads down to the place where the sun never comes out
Where I'm sitting on a sewer drain
My hair in knots upon my head
My crown of ignorance

I shouldn't allow myself to make that trip
But I do almost daily
I see in the 20/20 vision I most certainly do not have
My heart ripping at the seams in slow motion
The way I shudder with every drag of the cigarette
A blank expression waiting for a sign that never came

I figure one day I'll be strong enough to fill this hole with concrete
Watch it harden and not dig it back up
But I truthfully never made emends for the reasons it got so far
Years later I don't see how I could
I mean how many people would listen in the first place?

So many nights I go down the hole
Chipping away at the foundation,
Watching it grow in size every time
I always imagine it will be different
As far as I know there's been no luck
I fear there never will be.

Cassandra and Simon

Rose and Neil eloped to America
Mrs. Blossom is forever silent now
Mortmain in solitude emends his drafts
And Topaz dances under the summer moon

Even The Shape seems to have withdrawn itself
From Godsend Castle, where Cassandra writes
Shaping into meaning the wreckages
For she will build a life true to herself

Whether or not Simon ever returns
But wait – the foot of the lane – those car lights…