crumbling under the weight of time

fracturing in the kaleidoscope reality

that doesn't let me see

where the truth in the image lies

trying to remember the seen 

and unseen are just illusion

and all that is real is the felt beyond

the places the ego cannot touch

but with the way the light skews

through the human eyes

while through the ears

comes on the mocking beat

of the ever counting clock

of a heart that grows cold in the chest

through the nights of single breath

and the days without the sunlight

in another's eyes

I have been too human 

for the spirit to have its way

and so sometimes it takes this body

for a cage

some days it slips through the bars

and leaves the hollow echo 

of its prayers for going home

while others it sings the song

of clipped wing beings

who must only dream

to find their kind

in prisons and in forests

and in skies I've long forgotten

that are calling to be soared

and the world becomes a blanket

with its hallucination of the night

waiting for songs

forgotten how to hear

to remind me of 

the touch of day