An Epiphany Of Sorts…
Your undeniable enchantment
is (unfortunately)
dulled with sorrow by the overcast -
a gloomy cloud of the awareness that you cannot, and you will not, be
(ALL)(entirely)(completely)(Wholly) .
In body
is as far as we go because (you've made that much clear)you said so and since i'm too weak (why can't I captivate you?)
to limit you to reach what I want (just a little more than everything)
i'll always be your tool, until...
-always … until the sky, my everlasting inspiration, evaporates into itself
weakening your empowerment over me as it crashes softly upon my fleshless bones,
cracking open above my eyes so that i may see
a painful enlightenment released and absorbed ... so that I might overcome
a false truth unjustly streaming through a reality indistinguishable from my own-
a mix with and of and in
all the colors i've never seen
here comes my final epiphany -
always, until the sky releases me...