Amoral Designs

Whispered hints
Deflated egos
Clues passed on through an
Undisguised linguist
With his
Unpopular truths.

Time run amok
On minds that mine deeply
Returning now
To my withered Northern Muse.
Deranged estrangement
Holding continuity.

I heard your voice once
The joy of which soothed me
Unparalleled thanks
Rushed utterances flown earnestly
Into my ears, my hands, my heart.
The feeling- here.. the words- lost.

You were planting seeds
On your worst of days
In preparation for what may come
I hear you now. Relevance and repugnance
For how hollow past waves can undulate.
These are recognizable horizons.

In through the bones
Your dialogue drilled
To marry with my marrow
Lest I forget.
Take into account the tales of woe
As life chews eagerly on.

Here I am amidst the entrails of potential
Firmly held to aggressive restraint
Even as the brittle rears its unfamiliar head
I recognize its presence
Feeling tempted to scream.
So I scream... through lead, through ink.

Cold feet and warm hands
The handling and walking of life
Stoicism defined within my contextual mind
But beneath fingertips, are sweetened bits
That push and give way to amorous needs
Laid out between soft white pages...

As amoral designs unwind.