The Paralysis

I tried to convince-
the paralysis
but it needed me- now-
like I had needed it;

So we embraced,
and hummed those tunes
unknowing;
in that castle of sticks.

And I held on
to that flickering torch
with iced fingers;

Those hyenas are still cackling,
they find it funny, don’t they?
It’s falling though…it’s falling-
You can hear it scream;

This glasshouse is blooming-
and so is time;
yet the plastic skins hold me
…they’re the cheapest.

I whisper another requiem-
before these pentacles abandon their blessings,
and the darkness gets tired of hiding-
my precious light;

Then I’ll look for another home,
and I’ll write for you, again-
as long as the voices are low,
and the audience incognitus;

Let’s whistle another symphony,
Until the crowd dies.