to how it seems these visions should be
spilled from mind to flesh
I found belief dangling in the lion's den of time
just pieced together fragments
tied by the places in the past
things still look the same
new signs in freshly polished frames
tried so hard to see what stays
swallowed into depths greater than the sea
I restitch the seams, as the water becomes me
I always seem to let what's distanced
though in meaning there's nothing
but a kid watching a history
absorbed by the tack marks in the walls
a resonation of my vocal chords
it was my choice to leave this place
walking roads with forgotten names
I pave the path to no return
throwing ceased voices to waste
a trail of faces fading in my wake