Jan 25, 2011 07:06
I've been mining the dregs of a swirling mind,
parting through smoke and residue for sense.
Is this but the husk of my affliction
or some murky severance from
heart sparks and vague ideas?.
An undercurrent of nameless desires,
collecting in an ocean I have no vessel for.
Or do I merely deceive with logic labyrinthian,
From the truth I keep in shame,
The fear of charting forward in solitude.