melpomene's tear

falling upward

the recurrence is typical and expected. this time will be different. i won't succumb to the emotion that it wants me to endure. it wants me to be fractional and deficient. it wants me to thirst for what it preaches. two, pair, couple, duo, team. hopelessness sets in when Turan whispers in my ear and fixes my gaze on cupids bow greet a buccaes. the unit of measure is the moments spent trying to harmonize a solo. good enough is the inexorable sound of the void's echo when reaching out to take hold of the one she has molded for me.

wasting what matters on matters unnecessary. you always said that the time would come when things would not align with me, you, or the motives we share. no, not right now. maybe when the ice thaws the apprehension will become confidence, bane shifts to advantage. the hairs on my neck hold onto Sethlans' breath as he taunts and sneers.

contradiction/captivation

the great caper of robin goodfellow

maybe it is my nature, maybe i think too much, maybe believing gets me through. seeing everything from here makes the view fake and distorted. but i saw the gospel, i saw the facts that were laid at my feet, before my eyes. but it was a lie, a fiction, a myth, a fabrication, a deceit. what does that make me? a fool, a patsy, a chump, a loon, a sucker. i need reassurance. i need patience. to see what others see, to hear what others hear, not the superficial, but the testimony and the genuine. passions perish on the shit of the charlaton instead of the aching of the prolific visionary.