The creation,
spawning by dividing
energy twice and twice only,
making the parts rejoined
observing the undeniable truth
the whole will be greater than
the parts
yet
the process kills,
weakens me with
every new attempt,
an agonising fever of
the mind
bringing me one step closer
to conceding
Time changes perception
as perception distorts time
I hope with time my
perception of you
be distorted to allow
for another to
hold my heart
What be divided
among those
with nought
to divide
What bones
be broken
by those
with no spine
What whispers
in the wind
among those
with no voice
What path
lies ahead
for those
with no choice
The painting
never finished,
The poem
without ending,
The words
almost spoken,
Chains of perfection – Suffocation of souls
The language of my dreams
is Silence
Muted colours flickering
among Shadows
Mist and mostly
twilight fills the
Path of Righteousness
without knowing
if it is me walking
or the Silence
talking
