Inexorable Recognition

Metronome antennae

Sways lazily back and forth

A foreboding silence

I watch

Intrigued

Searching for the meaning of this transcendent realization

Time is running low?

As is my trust

In these long shot signs with their subtle meanings of profound glory

“i’ve discovered the meaning of life!”

No

Its just the rhythm of time
that shifts this antennae through my thoughts

This empty mind

As blind
as it may seem now

There’s got to be a way out of this hopeless tunnel

Somehow

I fumble down the darkness

Arms outspread
searching for impossibility

Brail will help the blind

I’m left only to find
a scene too promising for me

Too good to be considered

Lost souls have driven their hearts

Pounded in chests

And pennies in wells

Twin fates intermingle and coincide

But only for this passing place in time

Can it ever be longer than a split second chance,

Or does it always have to end with a slow dance?

With notes of music displaying the triumph of trounce

Floating over the ashes

In another desolate burning room

That permeates the scent of time

We are so desperate

So vividly blind

But when the incessant tick of metronome vocals lay tranquil

I hope to play our music loud and dance with our trials.