These walls form a tomb,
Behind them lie dreams of the past,
Longing for what has come before,
But dreading its reoccurrence,
Unable to remember what is gone,
Only that it has been forgotten,
Desperate to know why,
It ceases to be,
What it once was,
What is missing here?
Is it only a shift in perspective
That has granted access to observe this void?
Or is it something that has been snatched away?
Something relied upon and taken not for granted,
But certainly understood to be stable.
Why the difficulty in describing its presence
Or lack thereof?
Is this forgotten forever?
Will it return with fanfare and jubilation?
Will it slowly pervade and rebuild our solid ground?
Or is it an awakening to what wasn’t there in the first place?
Surely it could not be forever vacant?
For it feels as if something has been stolen.
Whisked away in the night.
Yet ask yourself, what was there before?
The darkness within,
Seeps beyond merely skin,
Penetrating the minds deepest corridors,
And embedding itself into the core,
Yet ask yourself,
What was there before?
It swallows and envelopes,
Not daring an escape
From unfortunates in its grasp,
Reflections of shadows,
Conceptual smoke,
At the edges of thought,
Threads to be pulled,
To be spoken,
With only a slip of the tongue,
Fleeting thoughts held in periphery,
Absent the second you search,
Seeming to only exist long enough,
For you to question your own sanity,
Universal plights of man,
Intentionally being obscured,
By gasconade gatekeepers
Despots of the modern day,
Determined to suppress freewill,
And dominate free thought
Contents of our souls,
Weighed on scales wholly unknown,
No comprehension,
Of object truth,
We fear subjective
Condemnation
Understand,
This is the way,
We judge our foes,
Holding no heroes,
And heeding no saints,
Reverence bound in mortal creation,
Purpose driving gratification,
Reveals itself,
In iterations
Gaps slowly growing,
Behind my chest,
Deflating the soul
That Lies,
Beneath my breast,
A valley has opened,
Far and wide,
Now unearthed,
It will not subside,
An implosion imposed,
By forces outside,
But in myself,
I can not hide,
From these erosive rivers,
That go on ever flowing,
Universal plights of man,
Intentionally being obscured,
By gasconade gatekeepers
Despots of the modern day,
Determined to suppress freewill,
And dominate free thought
Contents of our souls,
Weighed on scales wholly unknown,
No comprehension,
Of object truth,
We fear subjective
Condemnation
Understand,
This is the way,
We judge our foes,
Holding no heroes,
And heeding no saints,
Reverence bound in mortal creation,
Purpose driving gratification,
Reveals itself,
In iterations
Sequential change in its own image,
Mindfulness adrift in a sea of devotion,
Preparing our hearts for shocking revelations,
These great behemoths,
On their skeletons we build,
History buried by this age,
Wineskins of old will drown us all in its flood
Doomed to be inescapable victims,
Of unending constant change
