These Few Walls

[patkachu]

Inoperable moments left
As time took essence to an ease
Where breathing efforts forced
Short lapses of motivation

I am accommodated in depth
Fleeing with the innocence
Shaking between paper eyes
Running the ink months in

She mouths quiet voices purposely
Pretending premature enlightenment
Asking leaving removing endings
Without an hour talked upon

These misplaced memories
Help sustain the absence
Where I am tired of meaning mends
Finding freckled face soft eyes

Deeply sophisticate in dull darkness
And decay in summers sleep
By the ashes of a new morning
We follow into silence, into repeat

Been the bottom
Birthed shallow skin
Breaking means
Taking the cleansed