Inbetween Somewhere

Leave this shell of discontent,

and think of the hours

on waste we've spent,

 

smooth children of sin-

the happy memorizers;

 

pinholes in eyelids,

through which light has permit.

 

The crazed enforcers pushed me to believe,

the heavenly message,

the one I never received;

 

caught somewhere between strands,

straddling this web of existence-

 

trying to find the next entrance.