Such poison must run

Dare I voice again these

hours away

insane this life and pace 

we take as need from hours to end 

I stand in the growling rush of what seems

of seems condition

let not ours be in dying 

if only from wish to be heard

then dare your color of my sensibility

But first I do apologize, as

this humble knee will never bend

nor lose the name of action

Go farther and risk what will 

as you would take my dust eventual

soften the hour for your curiosity 

If it be wanting than let 

your prayer from wish begin 

not by seed  

nor by restless season do we become 

but by some vast intention I know of not by name

As we are burnt upon the scales

day after deathly hour 

I have heard such things 

the spinning of coin becomes our road

but trust that trust should be upon its landing

 

From breast to lips tear out the name of doubt

bold these brief delusions we dare  

I'd warn you of only limits from where 

I cannot stand

 

But do take aim 

as writ and as my poison

it is from limits our time must end 

on the slits of its pendulum

No

I dare not speak again 

such these hours from you 

as faithfully you wait and I stand trusting

where time's poison now runs

Author's Note

Painting
Magic Path Canvas Print by Cristo Bolanos