The earliest stage is a hostile void.
Sucking even temperament dry inside
Left arid left arid left more arid yet.
Only seeking a strong fortress
To soothe the dull aching throb.
Finding it to not soothe pain at all,
But create a pulse, addictive, sly.
When life is vibrant, growing, fleeting,
Unnoticed by the surrounding flatterers.
It finds a way to create numerous droplets
Which stain the inmost soul.
Love fly away from the divide!
Near to the parting ways,
Must one pick up the spade?
Must we hasten to break down defenses?
To make a mark, leave our initials,
Carved on all the possible walls,
Which were intended to keep us out.
The following stage is accidental,
I have seen it happen with
Retinas obscured by the event.
A bifurcation from honesty towards self,
In the attempts to gain what shant be taken away.
The lies continue like a bridge built over
The burning sand.
The burning valley of obliteration.
The burning talons of young eagles.
The latter stage is less pronounced,
Usually reverberated through cynicism,
The wits round his aura proclaimed,
No longer sooth the pain the throb intensifying
Meanwhile the saline touch of sadness
Is the only solace to be offered.
I’m getting older, and dying,
Still, innocence! breathe on me!
Breathe on my a cure of silence
Cetera desunt. The show ends abruptly.
Actors exeunt. Fly away for your safety!