as i miss out on the stars sparkling above, they tell me
as i miss out on feeling the cold stone of the cathedral, the sounds wither out
as i miss the touch of your palms, the sounds almost drown out
and even the waves are silent
as i imagine your hair brush aside your shoulders
and fall on your skin
as the mundane keys play an incomprehensible but worthless tune
i give up, rise and give up again
every moment is besmirched by a tension, it longs
only too hard to evacuate, but i can't
at the centre of the room, in the middle of the grove
lies the easiest task for man, to
pick the fruit up and enter salvation
but the thirst will never end,
and the man will never rise
the lowly disdain of lowly human beings
is meant for sufferance and insufferable souls
if everything cannot be, then nothing shall be
and nothing shall let remain
the remainder of our lives shall be marred,
with charcoal and dust
we weren't made of fine grains, we were
but the coarse sand
we wore bare feet and dirty limbs
our spirits once flew and we were full of mud
our eyes but knew, but never gave up
our souls but knew, but they restrained, defied and survived
we were tormented, but we prevailed
we are tormented, albeit by ourselves,
but we shall prevail
prevail, we shall, but with steadfast mockery
prevail, we shall, but never to glow, except for
the momentary flicker of misrepresented fortune
amidst a momentary gain of reason
blessed we all were, blessed we all are
sometimes we tried, often we failed
often we gave up, and sometimes we really tried
and at those times we felt we always did
but it had to end a certain way
it had to be a certain way,
it had to be a certain drone
it had to happen, come at some point
it might gradually die and out and i shall never know
but for all the flecks of light around me,
in this moment, i shall try mother
