Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Monday, November 9, 2009

mind the gap

mind the gap between the humps that trek across the sands
through the loophole withered away by the hour's passing time
observe the path of the deceitful, slithering over dunes
and that of the vultures, beacons of a once burning past
filling their hollow souls with the corpses left from our rampage
i seek to find the top of mountains without knowledge of their sides
where life is birthed and fires kindled for signals to the eyes of sky
the peak is the definition of our journey, sure closing in on cowards crossing
those who stop to rest won't start back walking, running, effortlessly into the darkness
they've waited for - ever - and return to in their blindness
light naught produced for work's sake, but rather held in the hands of those who craft
useless lamps fostered by the clan won't keep the path steady for new adventurers
the rays of light beaming collect what resonating frequency we receive from above
lacking
unfaithful
undeserved
benign
we may not claim to mix the potion that saves the next life
the recipe is brewed on ignorance and a path equally forgotten as blood spills
reticence of youthful dreams will echo in the minds of the strong
the weak, unwilling - fallen to the corruption of safety
forgiveness purchased, tickets unredeemed - who keeps our hearts for us when we sleep?
Forever we walk
Yesterday we ran directionless
Today we make a map for others
Tomorrow we rest, but not until then

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