abstractions

such cares in turn
do tell your secret prayers
unleash those little lies
for only your own ears to hear
and twist inside the wires
and the wireless reflections
voiceless communications
senseless exclamations
thoughtless invitations
tiny little characters

while caricatures hum
the inaudible song
a dangerous game
adrenaline and kerosene
in eyes that light dark fires
so systemic intangibles do tell
marketed by the dawn
bought up by the gloaming
in effervescent telescoping subtleties
and time’s lonesome owl eyes

so tell me, is this silence
the space between islands
or the gravity around
a falling star
as i can’t seem to find
the corporeal remains
of my personalities
long lost in some dusty attic
whose wind-washed fingers hold
a delicacy of emptiness
within their machinations

Perchance the perhaps
Is greater than the sum of the collapse
And these inhibitions
Are indelibly mismatched
As situations stay stationary
With each breath, a mountain falls
Proving again I was too slow
To rebuild these prison walls
Thinking it would be easier to construct
A structure around myself
That somehow would overcome itself
And its maker’s weakness and familiarity