clarity

asses wasted

for want of something

substantive

to bear

the aimless hasten

afoot for hollow

rumours of finer

air

hard against the temple

tap

these soulless days don't bring much

sap

figures fill tangential fields

the calculus of faith

rot in hell for what that yields

now you've become the wraith

and we are come unto a truth

despite eternal fears

let our actions speak the proof

of all our living years

at first 'twas saddled calm as

burden

all the failings our heads are

blurred in

along some tired and whispered way 

from deep unto the light

the ass don't choose to go astray

toward paths that don't seem right

to you, or me, or anyone

high

in fits fervent and like the sun or

sky

you sit alone tonight

somewhere deep in space

weight of the world

of hope there is no trace

until you knock your fist against

the temple

the hollows and concessions feigned

rattle unto

clumsy

clarity