What time has sown upon your flesh,
Ashen, lifeless pale in the hollow light of day
Fretful spreading of supple wings
As of yet merely dark design,
Fleeting shadow of things to come.
Angels and demons,
Mirror image sheen
beyond good
and evil
What is fear now?
Cigarettes and the faint hope for death,
Permanence and ash.
The caress of silence.
I trace my fingers through remains and wires,
Infinitely trace.
I see now.
What does failure have
left to teach?
The tenure of the mammals had ceased
and there were no more hopes and fears to sate.
The waterfronts lay long abandoned, all that was left was parking space.
And I stood contemplating fate, perched atop a bridge that oversaw
the masses,
or nothing
in particular.
Dying embers
traced the dead roads,
rotten streams
dried out.
This river took the night to arrive.
What I’ve learned is that failure spells the end.
(Always in the back of my head.)
Suffering is not enticing.
These days
Stagnant waters only decay.
Only when you give up failing
will the light leave your bones.
Flow like the river
I am none, I am all.
The very nature of change, advance without end.
We all fall, but we do not remain.
We all fall, but we do not remain.
Find, You’ll find...
What failure has
left to teach
is that it never ends
without a lesson.
(always in the back of my head)