Ill-fated Drumbeat
5
Called three days too late
Smoke figures cry today
They now intertwine
Craft and art dancing
With nocturnal entities
Suddenly Sublime
Past or future date
Rendered inconsequential
Only now defined
Right angle rotate
Soft bodied singularity
Dreamy mirrored gaze
Cognition mutates
Fighting time, then uncombined
Absence, burning hole
Words to focused eyes
Voice into veins, forever
One last time, dear soul
Vibrations amiss
Deep renaissance with bliss
Futile reversal
Muted puddle seeps
Suffocating mental upkeep
Rotated car seat
Oh Ouroborus
Recoil, retreat, repeat; one
more time to your beat
Weep, leap of faith, weep
Painful extraction complete
Bittersweet black sheep
Yin Yang miss-fit deep
Armed with silence, it begins
Focus, distract, sleep
Axioms defined
Meet trust’s mortal enemy
Meet logic; meet deceit
// What is it, they say
// History has a pattern
// Ill-fated drumbeat
Ill-fated drumbeat // Pounding in the deep
Where truths meet; Forged path of
quicksand or concrete
Distant reverie
fails to ease cutting unknowns
Trigger-happy daze
Dire foe of bliss
Weak proof overpowers truth
The most tangled maze
When each muse is pain
And nothing increases gain
Self-destructing raze
Clear smoky visage
Is it really you, my dear
Time will appraise
Lyrics sink so deep
Of love and hypocrisy
Counting all the ways
Hindsight, why must you
die when desperately needed
Your little, My lot
Sought or caught, means naught
Flowerpots, dot the garrote
Forgot plot onslaught
Intriguing whatnot
Filtered abundant choices
Relay to my spot