I'm taking a Sunday walk on an empty road
the celebrated sun pushes from behind
my shadow stretches a mile long before me
I am not lost in thought I just walk
carelessly kicking pebbles and stones along the way
As if they were the scattered letters of individual words
of broken sentences from the answers I
have not heeded and now in my greatest need
They are just so much dust and gravel to scuff my shoes
stones to skip across the lake and boulders to build a cairn
for some-one who may or may not one-day wonder
for at least a solitairy moment
about the one who has taken the time and trouble
to use these wasted answers and all these
discarded dreams to build a monument of rubble
that has no meaning that doesn't do anything.
But when my own shadow is as my betrothed
my shade likened to a lover, there it is
my reflection has become my sole companion
everywhere I go
I have grown to detest my own wearisome caress
How I despise what my flesh must accept as pleasure
For one alone who has fallen falls and falls so foul so low
with no others arms to reach out and catch them
so lost so craven where there is no care to soften
When the tongue has become torn in ragged bloody shreds
From pleading imploring beseaching using every possible word
Or combination therein in every language ever spoken by man
Asking whatever power there is that may govern
To bring whom I have proven so worthy of over and over
Yet alone here
I
stand
There is not gold enough from ten thousand rainbows
Nor any answers from the mysterys of the secrets of the ages
that could possibly have any value
No!
Nor could mean a god damned thing to me!
