the segregated days melt into one
the prior forgotten yet never begun
the tedious clock educes torpor
opens a void of eternal stupor
a tremolo of sound caress thy ears
the ladder annulled and cropped with tears
not that of grief, yet of blissful peace
boundaries crumble foundations reverse
breaking the back and driving the hurst
illusions coy reveals ones path
a ghosts inquisition perpetuates wrath
convenient how transparent are thee
roaming the plains of the prisoned and free
the facade a mirror in a house of glass
deceiving the eye, soothing the grass
the the fields of saturn i let sense go
return to the constant,a consciousness flow
the isle of love and harmony for peace
histories blood spilt over blank page
future bound to pasts industrial cage
a stray drop of refracted light
turns the page staying the night
beyond the book through the room
revealing a spark of hope within gloom
transfigured and twisted our eternal grant of peace