Spillage

to be redrawn and redefined
to stick with what has become
yet finding need for the staple of the darkness
the filament that holds sanity, in the dire seconds

stretched and broken, blind and seething
forlorn and decrepit, deaf and bleeding
tested and failed, dumb and leaving
prostrate and smashed, invalid concealing

Held aloft by mirrorlake words
to drown in their inequities
and have them stolen by breath
A time Unrevealing...

Swirled and swayed
drag through and beaten
dismayed and overcome
new light interceding

Built in moments far less decieving
Crowned in softer realms
imaginations divined from pure dreams
coalescing light and shadow

what form does the new turn have
where do the rocks in the way smooth...

where does that moment recapture

Reviews

[TLK]

This does not come together to provide a cohesive meaning, for me at least. "where do the rocks in the way smooth" also seems to be a mistake.