Less, Eventually

This labour
Of love
Thus, is Life
This little, big deal

These sands
Endless
Shifting, consuming
My fragmented hearts

Those words
Carefree
My ears
Numb, weighted, old

This love
I will labour
Through this life
Every little big deal

Cheated

All this stolen
Time
In these recycled
Ways

All my tired
Reasons
Against your steeped banks
Crash

All they are, just
Echoes
All along History's
Fault

Lines, they rattle
Waiting
Until they are finally felt
Exhausted

Whatever the ways
Circular
Blinded doom or eventual
Realisation

Learning To Mew

I am a seeker
Restless; relentless
For the Earth, the stars
To begin to become endless

But pay with bruised soul
Twisted tongues whole
Learning love's wicked riddles
Buying everything it sold

Alas, we cannot but stumble
Gracefully, scar by scar
Signs and languages bleeding into blue
The deepest mystery by far

I am a seeker
From the Earth to the stars
Wandering, wondering
Eventually to where you are