Renouncing

They act as if you are no longer there.
Renouncing moments still held tight
within your living hand and heart.
Their minds regard the distance as distinct.
As if you'd always be there, holding on.
The paradox, they play it on
as if you had already gone away.

Their idols shattered.
Broken as if things could be deceased.
They wail in the withering
of every gross decrease.
If only they had let it become simple.
Unbound by the complexities
of holding all too much.

They hear, but never really listen.
Silence holds the sum of futures
leaking out without a chance
of ever being real enough to speak.
Their ears turned to commercial enterprise.
Sound sizzles through the quiet night.
Its makers hiding out of sight.
Suddenly, they wake within a quake
of shaking fear. Knowing that a silent
sound awakened in their ear.

Invisible and unexplicable
by modern methods of a logic
faulty and deceptive at its base.
Shadows projected on spaces
that hold nothing there.
Too real to leave their eyes
no matter how they shift or stare.
Gaining concentration in a trance.
Moving out beyond the bounds
that gods allowed to man.

Discovering that heaven is a void
that seeks to undermine their soul.
Living in imagined planes of hell.
Drinking to the greed they call success.
Arriving home, they find their emptiness.
Sun bleeding light into their sightless eyes.
Not realizing that they hold the skies
within a simple opening
of hands upturned to catch the wind.

Seeking love, then killing it within an awful
pounding of impassioned pain.
Afraid to walk within the pouring rain.
Betrayed by lovers and by friends.
In moments when families end.
Sun sizzling in moisture born
by tears too cruelly torn
from human flesh.
An agony of blasphemy.
To find the lies in blind belief.
And lose the trust you once placed
in yourself.

Observing all the variations.
Conquered by their intimations.
They act as if you are no longer there.
Renouncing moments still held tight
within your living hand and heart.
Their minds regard the distance as distinct.
As if you'd always be there, holding on.
But paradox, they play it on, as if
you had already gone away.
Holding all their fear at bay
by sending it your way...

? Michaelette ?

5/24/2005
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