For Closure

Closure-seeker in a darkened room
Stares at a blank page
Willing it full
Wishing like nothing else to open the box
And himself understand
Hoping that words will somehow find him
Without them, he is shapeless
The push to close this door for good
The pull to keep it open forever
Still no words
There is no order where nothing is certain
There is no certainty where no order lies
Why do these artifacts clutter this room?
They mean nothing
They mean everything
Where is the sense in wondering?
Time will tell all
Time's lips are sealed
Still no words
Closure-seeker in a darkened room
One page is filled
Nothing's been said

Worth and Consequence

Texturized
The thought of you
Coarse as the tread
Of the soles
Of the shoes
That steer me away
Mesmerized
The fog as it rests
Slumbering breaths
Tracing pavement
Tracing the runway
Taking off
In numbness
In shakes
In haste
In a rage
In difference
Stopping only in spirit
To turn
To face you
Your face
Swaddled by shadow
Cradled in fog
Eyes welling
Legs refusing
To budge
To follow
To let go
The static
Don't move
The further I stray
The nearer I draw
The quieter you become
Voices long gone
From the air
From my being
Your hands
Neatly by your sides
Realized
Each step away
Is also a step down
The fog grows thicker
Meaner
Darker
Pulls enmity over my eyes
Spins me savagely
Rearranges concrete knowledge
And I strike every
Single
Edifice
Disoriented
On my expedition
Around this circled course

Imagination

Regard the utopian landscape of reverie
Where plans are upheld
The hearth is a sanctuary
Repression, an archaic nonoccurrence
Fill boundless oceans
With the wine of desire
Temperance, removed from the manifest
Scene by striking scene
Page by pregnant page
Revel in the neon lights of newfound élan
For the unhindered gears
Of this melodious lucidity
Know no seconds, hours, days, or years