A broken branch found life again,
grafted to a ray of starlight...
Threads now severed are all that was left
holding together some facsimile of sense...
In among the simulacra,
tangled with light
and the threads of simple lies...
Insanity is searching for ten different ways to do the same thing
before ever trying any of them...
No vision of the sun laid bare,
only distorted reflections through desert haze...
You with eyes like sunrises of another world,
the curve of its horizon on your lips
and burning as its sky braves descent into night...
Lights in the trees guide me on
that seem always to move away when I look at them
Incandescence on the road to al-Qarafa...
I found the dry riverbed
The one you told me about
It was a scar on the face of beauty
just like you said...
Honey drunk on the way this city moves
lost in the morning crowd I wander....
Listen to the stories that the walls tell
in knocks and whispers out of hidden places
telltale signs of life in the midst of a storm...
City lights out to the freefall edge
down to the blackwater and an eternity of silence
wandering across the salted fields
and planting seeds with high hopes for the harvest...
Along this river I lost track of my reflection
Amidst a thousand fragmented lives rolling out to sea
The smiles that swept past before I could return them
Tears that joined the current and were lost.
The hilltop lorded over him since the day he first drew breath
Blackened peak defiant to cobbled streets below
Eyes watching the spark of sun beyond the high ridge
Treetops reach up out of scattered poisons on the forest floor
Refuse and rejects left behind from a picnic in foreign sunlight
Lying unclaimed on earth that cannot bear its weight
As I move beneath the sun
The shadows I cast choke life I cannot see