Singing All That Beats This Broken
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Reaching out for oblivion
Whispering of empty days
Rain that appeals to no thunder
Laughing in silence as endless
Laughing in forms left forgotten
Praying for surcease of all pain
Holding minutes dripping through dead hands
Loving thoughts kept in solitude
Knowing only what is not, for my senses dimmed
Singing songs time stitched of loss
Singing stillness into everything
Singing all that beats this broken
Between these walls I fall, of this air I am thru
Worn this armor of rust that the dust of my soul has formed
Worn this beacon without hope
Worn down the sands what pours through the rest of me
Worn down the hands of time
Worn as the filaments of a longing long lamented
Worn as the ageless shorn of all that pass
Worn as the recesses of earthen beauty are worn
To the reduction of ever lapping waves of time
Worn as lavender scented lamenting in the fall
Worn of such glad endings
Worn as all that suffer the surcease of pain pray only of its return
Worn as all know love only in its passing
Worn upon faces time cannot conceal