the false glory in purgatory
a flowing, luminescent hearth
embodying hope
tears
through my soul
when i can't cope
like angels who pick us out
of the ditches we dig
reminding us
we're so small even though our
imaginations are big
there is nothing that i can
prove
with texts and manipulation and hypothesis
conviction is the
most limited instrument
in the language of our species
so watch my hands and
see the atoms
they cut through
a sky is a roof is a skull and
it's all glue
the network
the white light
we
walk through
the grey-ness is only this world
painful, endless blue
and it is our actions
which determine
where we'll be next
inactive good intentions may
have you
chasing a cyclical hex
it's all there,
i can see it now
misery is a demon's
plaything
happiness may be learned
with gratitude
so try to
hear your
heart sing
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
