To heart, my mind compelled. To the breach of lost love, the horrible fire of ignitable wound. Found in flight from a career of anticipatory egress. What worth in random footfall, contained by friction in the glue found upon boot bottom. Infrequent measure of categorical hurt, suffering from nothing but as broken reality of unrealized expectation or dream. Resolved, transfixed in consultation with time’s imaginary replay. Hoping, no pleading with the offset version to recount a different end. To locate absent mercy.

These are not the bricks of proper passage, but the wobbling truncheons of ill fed objectives. Infrequent yet plausible calls and cries for freedom. Emancipation from the unwanted awakening associated with finding that which you hoped pleasantly to avoid. How aware the fellow walking in trance of his own healing. Imaginary security reflected in flesh and bone bruised as the echo of a heart forgotten or ashamed. What loft shall tall wind give? What reason shall present as laudable example to feed the fires of future restoration? How comic our resolve.

No dance to partner promised. No home to haunting. No daylight to garden given. Lost depth in recorded pleasure, no feast of holiday welcome. Left alone ringing bells and knocking only to find the ignorance in being ignored. Scoundrels’ folly of dreams not so often surveyed. No analysis in irony resplendent. This the shame of candid song, found in wishes or luck neglecting the honesty of the divine. What day shall man make whole himself? What night shall mirth once again be given resting? No connection in reflection.

The currents flowing round the rolling streets of dread and doom. As gloom threatens the wellsprings of life. Forgotten the curled smiles and cheer found in the power of joy’s recovery. We are not lost but found by the amazing grace of remembered wisdom. To taunt or fret whispered angers or passions yet visited. These are days of longer nights. The future coaxed from corners encircled. This is the pleasure of even vile existence that it is ventured to a place unknown. Some fear, some rejoice, some walk quizzically in haphazard wander, but few will ever give up the chance to feel. Whether pleasure or pain the dance, romance or war are the reason breath be given all.