Never Quite Complete

The silence never could be quite complete.
The voices in his head kept on repeating
all the rules his senses must deny.
Senseless time, unchartered emptiness.
Where now, the lips that used
to bless his with awakening?

He never understood the strength
attained through loving her.
His moods became a great antimony.
Back and forth, his thoughts unhinged
within the need to make amends.
And yet the thoughts of pride
had always held him back.

Again he sought the silence waiting
in his loneliness. The emptiness relieved
the agony. Until the voices in his head
became too real again. Leading him to feel
like such a failure in his morbid
wedding bed. Children grown, in ways
he never had created. He couldn't
face them leaving, after all.

And then began the fall again -
into unending depths. Heights fading
with an earnestness that must engorge
his debt. The inner seeping out of him,
into the world at large. Taunting, as it
teased him to enlarge itself again.
And there, just there, he shattered
on the cliffs. If only he could stop
those great 'what ifs.'

Mind tumbling within a funnel,
slowing down and speeding up,
within the primal power of its spin.
He wanted out and yet he fell within.
Mysterious emotions gathered force.
Memories, unbidden, chose the course.

The silence never could be quite complete.
The voices in his head kept on repeating
all the rules. Senseless time, unchartered
emptiness. Where now, the lips that used
to bless his with awakening...?

? Michaelette ?

5/24/2003
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