Delta40
03-11-2013, 01:01 AM
Don't alter the drift of my character.
Let it pass the dimly lit lampost
of an icy morning in ashy flakes
till finally its weight avalanches
into the subterranean barracks of my mind.
Though I strive to imitate spires of gold
or traverse the networks to the other side,
I still bow to allegorical statues
of comedy and tragedy,
like laughter and tears at Terezin.
Long before the fortress wall crumbles,
I will decompose into a stately pile
between the folds of an armchair.
For now, I occupy a space,
a diseased existence
and follow life.
Let it pass the dimly lit lampost
of an icy morning in ashy flakes
till finally its weight avalanches
into the subterranean barracks of my mind.
Though I strive to imitate spires of gold
or traverse the networks to the other side,
I still bow to allegorical statues
of comedy and tragedy,
like laughter and tears at Terezin.
Long before the fortress wall crumbles,
I will decompose into a stately pile
between the folds of an armchair.
For now, I occupy a space,
a diseased existence
and follow life.