The moment you arised

In my mindless life.  I had

Never gone in your procedural place

I acknowledged your weakness

And I stared at your face

There was never a moment

With true good grace

The rising tide of evolution 

Far away from any moments we spent together 

What would the echo meaning say

A candid candor that desperately was lingered 

So deep inside.  A nascent procedural gathering 

Helen of Troy, and your image led to war

A thousand ships were gathering, at the base of the

City of Troy.  An augmented ghost.  A siren screech 

Lunatic warrior transfigured into Achilles heel.

Cassandra’s prophet song the world shift.  There was

Never any doubt.  We played all of these

Games at the threshold of pain

A deep and dark cavern 

Investigate this faith 

The siren dispute warrior traveling 

In a broad cavern of disruption

The energy that castle walls will become 

A mesmerized ghost.  So much of this

Quotient.  So much of repose.

So much of deliverance.  So much of release.

Seethe with dreams.  Seethe within peace.

The barricade will never lose you.  The barricade 

Will never seethe you.  And all of this 

Was good lost precedent.

The onerous dissipation dislocation had begun.

You were dancing in a tortuous breath

Exposing your breasts while I played the music 

All along.  Seeking to mimic a passing.  Seeking to gather 

And pass away.  Chortled in the dark 

Incestuous moments.  Looking at the darkness to

See if it would accept you back

With a lion’s breath tongue.  To seek

And draw you in.  Tempestuous fate.

You know of nothing else.  Nothing else could ever be

When you only fight back against the distance 

Of the past

I should have know you were not anything that

Would have desired to be with me.   You were so far 

Away, with distance from the Self

You have never returned except for a few sleeking grasps 

The echo of derision.  No place for you to be

The marking of delusion.  All of the indicia of

Your uncertainty.   Seeking the volume to arise

So you could have danced naked.  And never imagine you had

Been there before.  Fight back the past

Make it savage.  There would never be a moment 

When you would find peace.   Except for drugged down into that

Indifference, with a caustic deliberate sleeping 

This away.

And there was never any time we were ever truly together 

And there was never any time you were not searching for

Some light passerby with a person who 

Was interested into trying to augment the passageway

That was me.  Never able to accept my materialist surroundings 

And that is only all where you ever wanted to be.

Mark this up now.  We are not together.

We should have never been together.  But we were.

And there were some moments that made sense 

To gather us all together, to reluctantly disagree to

Detach us away.

I am playin the piano.  With the illiteracy of

Ben Folds awake.  It sucks to grow up

We will never be together again.  The horizon deadline swirl

No Hemets ghost.  Now beginning to detractions. 

Washed all away.

Sing the song.  Dance the gig. Splatter your fingertips.

On the desperate piano keys.

And know that it will never be the same.