when heart matches mind
when all that which is searching
is falling behind
and all that's left laughing
is searching so blind
like deadly deep daftly
like bind -
ing gone to whence it came
but I will never be the same
for when can ever be a shame
as dark and deep a drain
as when we turn to fear or fame
or fortune of the frame
Can it be a leg would last
or shedding off a deeper cast
like golden glove
like fractured glass
that cannot end
in brass
hopping wrong like death escaped
in sympathy I'm finally draped
but they know not the ladies raped
in waking wraths of grapes
I cannot pray but what I feel
and wondering if I was real
when I screamed and begged and bathed a meal
of bloodied studied veal
to heal concealed that's so surreal
a moment's glance but for to steal
a deadly dance to deal
a mother's moment to reveal
beneath what she was wearing
staring
a poet's poem prayer-ing
and trying deep despair-ing
cometh forth for long time tearing
but tomorrow never caring
came through anyway.
