you search your thoughts for paths unseen
since life is just a lie turned upside down in grief
when others question marks of timelessness within
a strand of woven words form promises complete
with strife and mud and lost partitions by the grave
of futures unmistakably forgiven to be plain
and void of lustre or of faith
enclosed
in circles traced and zigzagged to a point of dissolution
into some dreamlike certitude of loss
so you stare back into those pasts templated as it seems
and see the absolute shade in the shapes of desolation
that emptiness which followed you whenever
a light appeared behind your back
making you wonder what is that you should expect
when time dissolves like questions voiced to self
accepted when sights turn and voices damn
lost in between the willed and will

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Seeker’ by Kai Engel)