always and never

through bitter voices
in raining cries are joined a version of the soul
that escapes my hand

inspite of yearning
inspite of all i am
i undo myself
and all my inner working template dialogue falls apart
will you erase me


perhaps you're better off




always
and never

interred at conception born of surreality
when all is woken
when all is said and done
what grace has spared for me


is lost when i am the



dream of lost

land of found

word of promise broken and unbound

maybe its better



that i am always and never





a silent voice here

there's so much red here

i might have gone a different way


another day less

one more mark down

i dissappointed maybe, but it's a little off




you woke up

ended me, i'm a drawing
and you erased me

and i cried out unseen
i'm sick of being


the transition




what will always and never






be