Caught in silent motion
I watch that inherited pinned on expression stirring
sulfating in its own lazy relief
I ponder the greatest addictions
passing clouds depart like lovers glued in distant admiration
trapped inside a living tomb
the foundation for an empty chamber
persisting in it's functionless strength
it is the brave force that effects nothing
a vain addition to a house whose walls have resolved to dissolve
and revolve around a timid newness
the clamored breath of a genius who sleeps for fun
obscene
unseen
unclean
permeating stencils lead to where hes never been
are all the voices hes never heard
spoken by all the people hes never seen?
where has he never been?
the line will tell
celestial metals burst
and reform like nonliving skins that still heal
bound upon a messenger, a spokesperson for love discarded
pushing its way into the room at night
come to remind its master of his vast network of dependents
flashing its sightless eye at the multitudes who wait patiently
for another one of his shapes
does he still know the one who leads him to create?