Manic Meow

why try 
when so hard it seems, 
to gleam hope from the futile 
or childish release 

intent that our bearing be fixed but uncharted 
while denying our right to exist, like the holes for our starting. 

compose the lines, that draw the lies, all the way back to that first disguise 
here naked, at least we have nothing to hide.. 

why try 
when so soon it leaves 
bliss glints in questions arching, 
broken, cradled limbs. 

candescence was our creed, illumination was a spectacle 
to decay to dulled diamonds and still 

a hole in the sky spoke to me 
and gently asked me for my eyes 
he turned his blue heart away from me 
and jealously stole the tide from the sea 

so concrete, convinced in 
my shadow over this world, a reverence for the misheard 

i hear them all 
i hear them all