a scribe of the universe
we all fear the doom
the time
the tomb
in distant rooms
disavowed
new smiles
three’s a crowd
and i a scribe
outside of time
never the meter
balance
rhyme
sensation of my own
design
sensation unknown
grown
groan
growing
given no
quarter
always two lovers outside
the door
always wanting
more, more
fake it
fake it for their sake
for your own name
fake it
not so much
you break
into
disembodied
voices
in the wind
in the world
the door, but an inch
too loud
not enough to split
runaway trains
fake it for foreign sense
wrapped in a stained
white
shirt
not my own
a fragmented history to
your own lies
on your knees
to others cries
never me
not my own
never myself
not in time
rolling details into beat rhythms
gods of road and shine
made false by weak dreams
of skin, of bleak, of mine
wrought over industrial skies
tonight in effigy by mother
father dies
so too an unbound heart
souls without body
body without goals
so sad and noble martyrdom
a scribe
the universe
am i