"Did you count our hours?
Tally up tick-tocks?"

No.
The tick-tocks ticked me off.
I cracked.
I cracked glass faces.
Keeping track of mantles, walls, and wrists.
Time is so human it's creepy.
Watches watch you.
Hands move wiser.
That ******* glass face again
and this giant thing
looming in the corner is not
anybodies grandfather.
Trying to seem friendly while
it all slowly steals your life away.
Losing trick-track of our hours,
over and over.

Your purity, my dear, is unclear.
Once submerged, but you didn't
emerge fully cleansed.
Then again
what good is bathing in a lake
murky and mostly algae?
Uncleanly I am deemed
the doomed.
The ******.
With neither left nor right hand.
Guidance danced away slowly,
left lonely,
lost.
Only this time with a lantern
the dark, doomed, and ******
can be enlightened again.
I am open to glowing.
I'm told where I'm going
is brighter than the very sun.
Indeed, such a splendid prize I have won.
Worth more than gold,
this promise was priced.
Behold! Such a treasure
I can't close my eyes
for fear I might miss a glimpse
of what's only inside.

Patience is a virtue,
it's too soon.
I won't shoot,
I'm holstered.
It's a moot point,
point blank.
Thanks.

Where are my manners?
Managed to stick myself between
a rock and hard place again.
Not a bad spot if you're a lizard.
Not a bad shot if you're cold blooded.
You didn't check the scene, now it's a crime scene.
I've seen this all before,
and yet it seems to get
darker each time.
Maybe it's finally getting to me.
They caught up to me,
my demons did.
They hid
within my skin, hungering.
Taking control
of my limbs, and I'm fumbling.
Mumbling phrases of praises
erases their faces.
Slate clean but shivering.
Deliverance is chilling
when your captives kept you warm.
Be forewarned not to enter their house again.
They will tempt you with fire,
and so you must
build a hearth
within your own heart.
Feed it your own breath
to keep it burning
while the world turns.
Yearning to be at the center
of something you can't quite remember.

Take my hand,
take away my anger.
Take my heart,
make it love me.
Help me,
heal me,
show me,
know me.
Where you go,
I'm going.

Pettiness, pity, pathetic abuse.
Loosen the noose.
Truth,
beautifully unsound and unsung.
Among few,
under moons,
wax melting,
minds meld.
Flexible clay forms formless and formally known
by
first
and
last.
Formerly born then you die.
Fell from mouths when questioned why
departing hurts so.
Tell all I'll see them mañana
or soon enough.

It may be it's maybe too hard to handle,
or to understand.
Truly you'll take my pain away? My worry? My doubt?
Having only other mortal souls and bodies to compare to,
the gaps are vast.
There are chasms in my truths.
Perforated facts.
Even moreso sometimes it merely seems cruel.
You've been through enough.
What good could it possibly do to have you
bear the extra burden of wretched, unrighteous us?
It should be uplifting that you be so strong for me.
It is rather, and yet sometimes I find a hint of sorrow
in my heart.
A dash of guilt in my subconscious.
You, Keenest Eye beyond any measure of the sky
hide not I from it.
Observe my wandering wonders, oh wondrous one.
Let me behold.
Beautiful, of the light and the love peace abounds.
Sorrow, never to reach such a plateau.
Not ever to be but only to know.
To feel fondness for ever.
For so deeply my heart wishes to grow
as close to you.
A soul as sweet as fruits from your own garden.

I swear I'm not a Munster.
Don't leave me provolone.
When you asiago away I really Swiss you.
It makes me bleu to watch you leave.
People keep telling me it'll get cheddar.
I'm feta up with going to havarties.
Queso, maybe tomorrow will be Gouda.