• There's a trail that's tripping
    Skipping
    Slipping me toward
    What I am running from

    A gouging thought
    A splintered hope

    Your desire
    To believe
    Is incomplete
    There can be no
    Restful sleep

    Blatant scattered facts
    The truth lies bare
    Look on now, child
    See it
    Stare

    There is no enduring
    Comfort in this tombstone
    Embrace

    There is no understanding
    In that funeral shrouded
    Gaze

    Here only the dead live
    And they
    Upon the other