Walking the Tracks

October 27, 2011
Between two worlds caught,
patting time in rhythm

the tracks are rift as my soul is from body
captive in indecisive poise
decree of bondage tremors the earth;
reasons veil transparency of truth
broken loose - burning all around-
still standing
misplacement consumes with consent
Aware of him who attains my light extending love
but still my eyes abscond to the unobtainable balance craved
apprehension wrenches me to the surface precision
where a grasps is caught on my way to hell

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