it slips
away
like a silverfish
from a dreamscape
I try to hold
onto it
-- the anger --
to rebel against
the mocking emotions
of my subconscious
I try to embrace it
so I can say I feel
something besides pain
to surround my soul
with the injustice
of the metaphysical angst
that burns like ravens blood
on the night of the new sun
to drown in the Endless Sea
which survives in
the fury of angels
and the wrath of blind chaos
but it is as swiftly dying
as love in a woman
or apathy in Christ
and my reflexes being
less than starshadow's envy
my hands fall always short
of reaching the kiss of Eris
and so I plummet away
from Icarus' laughter
and land heavily in the stony abyss
of nightmares born
in enlightened heavens

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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