I wish I could open my eyes into all of those years
Where my whole existence wrapped around sounds of
Sinew wrapped bones’ cracked open surprise
To the tricks of marrow drawn slick and so broken,
And I’ll gaze back on you so I know how to lean
While subtly sinking the followed bones down.
Fearful though you still keep watch for the buried horrors,
And you seem so much to thrive in lies and sock footed dreams,
You can’t see next time; light will rob us till we’re grown.
Quelling repetitions of consoling lacerations doesn’t happen.
Aberrations dip down beneath the unifying surface of glass
To cast reproachful reflections back twenty five years.
You’re saying you don’t want to know these schemes,
I’m saying that I can’t tell anymore just who to abhor.