Where is it, what has happened here?
You slip beneath dusty blankets, mortified
by your own breath and beating heart
of the coincidental causes you create
bones tired slipping from sand dunes
as the morning sun touches your face
How am I not yet awake?
The sun is shining brilliantly
and you sleep through, missing everything
miles away your tears kiss the fallen snow
and we all wonder where did you go,
why don’t you care for us and why
has all your passion fallen away?
The mystic wisdom once in place
falls victim to howling laughter taking pains
twisting the firmly offset reigns of a time, I
once remembered, before the serpents
invoked and delivered their speech
for all the bait to now deplete
You’re distressed by the constant motion
of the fickle prices that you pay
upon a reality you have set
disagreeing with your
souls own way
And all the source of light that was,
has exited to planes above.