05-02-2013, 01:37 AM
This madness never knows its mind, nor tempts me with its sanity.
I live beside the constant cliff, the sleep-fall step, the rising flood
that sweat makes fear. This is the way of doldrums day
and pointless night.
I turn towards unfocussed walls and slip the knot that tethers me;
then having loosed the Golden Cord I shuffle off the hangman’s hood
that kept me calm. Freed falcon, now, a bird of prey,
I take to flight.
Dark air beneath, above me… void; in wind-rushed circles, I am free
but for the wing that brushes close! The binding twin’s familiar blood
that pumps through me (a heartless pulse in corpse of clay),
will bleed me white.
So madness writes another play, another grasped reality.
I cannot hold on long enough to grip a dream, I never could
that transit make into the day. In feared false dawns we slide away
back to our plight.
Tectak
2013
I live beside the constant cliff, the sleep-fall step, the rising flood
that sweat makes fear. This is the way of doldrums day
and pointless night.
I turn towards unfocussed walls and slip the knot that tethers me;
then having loosed the Golden Cord I shuffle off the hangman’s hood
that kept me calm. Freed falcon, now, a bird of prey,
I take to flight.
Dark air beneath, above me… void; in wind-rushed circles, I am free
but for the wing that brushes close! The binding twin’s familiar blood
that pumps through me (a heartless pulse in corpse of clay),
will bleed me white.
So madness writes another play, another grasped reality.
I cannot hold on long enough to grip a dream, I never could
that transit make into the day. In feared false dawns we slide away
back to our plight.
Tectak
2013