The Soluble Ending

July 21, 2006

I am the dark purveyor of afterthought

Called the lone wanderer

Into a sky filled with duality

Indifference laced with disparity

As the arid strands of my crown turn white

And the peace of mind slips away

My only remembrance is in an unforgiven night

A lost plea in my dissolved faith

The sun arose today to a new type of uncertainty

It howls from afar, asking only blood

Asking me to inject the wires back into myself

Denying me my ability to enjoy this simple existence

But I smile at its inception

I feel my mouth water to the taste of slavery

And my heart pound to the beat of the gears

As I slip back into finiteness.