Twist

The words move forward but no sound
They gel in their silence, protected.
I am two parts transfixed in my attendance-
One pink-hued and slathered in love for such earned patience
The other- drained of the employ of hindsight
Desiring above all to crack the whip of disgust-
.5: unarmored and unafraid, .5: protected in reasoning
But fuck that protection, fear is the reason for its being
I want to fuck off all fear
Fuck it away into nothingness,
Into a forever that I shall never see again
As its motive never once moved beyond that of victimizing.
I want to strap on the boots of a stranger
Walk away from this life and into his foreign tongue
Translating nothing to comprehend naught.
What do I care of coalescing at this point?
Having earned the simple tools it takes to pry authenticity away from arrogance
I care less for being heard than I do to hear myself
I crave equity away from all this noise
...and the company of a faceless trust
A friend who never sought the need to prove his worth
For time would see to it, that his quiet sound be heard above all.
...and it is, today and all the days to follow.
Fuck the perfunctory notions of what time has taught
For that time has been swindled by the teaching of lambs.
I've been bathed in enough norms and mores of others
Tainted from before time had value, to an infant knowing nothing.
Tonight is before me, and the dark is my tableau
I am a hundred years older in these evenings
With even the wrinkles to soften wise smiles
 I am already aware of tomorrow and her lachrymose test
 As each day ages my mind adjusts, maturing in kindness
Forgiving the wasted minutes of the day
Feeling old but with less acuity in the ache of the aged
For the Sage is my Shepard and I shall not want...
Flesh dries like the desert and the more I am aware of the perspiring twist
The easier it becomes to relent upon the relentless
Bidding a hefty 'adieu' to the wasted wetness that never left my side.