seaming

breathing in the world's

exhaust

spiritually numb 

and lost

on a train to somewhere far

away

lurching like a leper to some

newer day

i scan the sky and reaffirm

now chaos rules the rail

the ones for whom i truly burn

amid the rising gale

took some time to disappear

your words still somehow resonate

i never will be ruled by fear 

the days and nights somehow equate

to the truth of who we were before

as torrents rise and colour sun

between us exists a two-way door

come heaven or oblivion

a breath on glass describes 

the heart

bereft of what the soul prescribed

to start

again the tunnels outnumber fields

along this failing line

I choose the way that loving yields

e'en thus we bleed sublime

unto whichever ends that we can

dream

through whichever door we move and

seam