House Fire - Holding Patterns

Proof read injury

Like lucid comatose

Far off hopefulness

But I will stay

For the idol

That glares from the mantle

Seized in an instant

I’m afraid it had to be this way

Conflict with no end

Prisoner with intention

No language could imitate

We are so far away from the union

And years become echoes

Post marked envelopes

Addressed to the room I’m in

Process is emptying

While you abstain

From the shoulders up

All that I have of you

No sense to the order

Is everything within a frame

Garments stitched for us, faithfully

Will cover the bruises

We’ve learned to self medicate

We are so far away from the union

And years become echoes

Nothing left to say

To anyone at all

Redistribute the pages

To everyone you know

Nearer to our ignorance

Nearer to the dust

Nearer to the stillness

Nearer to a must

No longer at ease

No longer able

All these hours

All these years

Held it down

Fixed to stay

Locked along the halls

So I can’t go

Look behind

Trails of indecision plug the gaps

But that was then

Good enough, fine for now

Try to keep it level for the crowd

And this is now