TWO DECADES….

[Mista]

Two decades of space, informational illusions
Wedged in between the ties
Splits the atrium to the ventricles,
Every night I don’t want to see, cause the grooves,
Get deeper with each arrival.
It’s a question, why do the cycles exist…
To affect the outer lobes to the interludes.
Yet still, would it hurt to taste?
To see a wift would greatly gratify, but the vortex
Is unforgiving.
Releasing my grip would make me sleep through the night…
The afterglow would be everlasting,
Whether I want it to or not.
Two decades of space, how can I deal…
When the floods corroded and broke down the vaults
Of lost feelings and ecstasies of the past.
And comes back for seconds, to see the reinforcements,
Housing a glitch. So it’s worked on, and I imagine more slowly
Than the latter,
To secure the captivities of my heart,
This hopes to be a different scenario this time around…
Who can gage?
Neither I, nor you,
Fathom strange expectations.
All I know,
Is that I’m on my knees
Blowin’ through my knuckles,
Hopin’ to roll a seven…


copyright (c) 2008 Charles Meadows