In a puddle as bright as the sun,

Sits the bird that told me to run,

Two wings is all it needs to fly away but,

Holes cut their way deep into one,

I tell it to step its way out,

Silence greets me, I call, but it doesn’t come,

Reaching for my brain, she grabs my hand,

Even though it should, her touch doesn’t feel cold,

All of what I see may or may not stand,

Looking back at the bird, it tells me to go,

On this day I gave it all up to the forces outside my grasp,

Rorschach tests always look the same when they've been boxed up and graphed,

I got my hair out in this breeze,

Several times I blink in several centuries, I

Think to myself in the time that it takes for a

Harrowing smile to spread wide across her face,

Inside those empty pockets

Sit ideas owned by Gods

My own are growing past the point of

Everything that's known to us,

Standstill: where time sits

Overtly stopped to dry up my lips

My wish wills her sunlit face a bit closer

Existence unfit for such a fake poser.

This may be my belief,

Heresy turns into something rather sweet,

It's paining me but plain to see,

None of what takes the screen has to hasten me,

God melt me,

Something affects me,

Nobody but you is coming to help me,

Each time I reach inside I just cry,

Ventriloquism is not a lie behind my eyes,

Ends meet but I'm still scared to death,

Repeating each bare week bearing new threats,

De-legitimize everything I've known,

I cry, hoping I reside here for another

Eon.