Adrift
Adrift
♦ Thomas Beard ♦
♦ Thomas Beard ♦
I - The Morning
“Ye heretics
Talk to me of dying.
No faith?”
Sun is bright
Nothing behind it
Hot staring down
As it breaks through the clouds
Just a dream
Words
Floating free
Like ashes
Without fire
II - Those Eyes
“Ye believers
Talk to me of an afterlife.
No faith?”
I can see him, clear in my mind
Every time I remember, his words
Fade deeper into ad-libbed meaning
His speech twists out of a dead tongue
Bloodless mouths
Speak for those who read them
III - A Choice
“Ye fools
Talk to me of faith
No truth?”
They tell themself to stop
Before them: Gehenna
Stretches from the railroad tracks
A quick death
But an unwanted one, for now
Instead they tremble with fear
My bones are my own, my bones are my own
Desperately think:
I have my choices
But the feeling remains
Uncertainty, a needy child
Reliant on fear to feed it
Must strip the world
For an explanation
To suck on
Please
I want I want I want
I beg you
IV - Mythos
“Ye academe
Talk of secret meanings
No eyes?”
There is what we touch in the world
I hope
But nothing there
I fear
All of it just smoke,
Cluster of minds
To distract the bored and worthless
A staycation of the brain?
But here in the books: reality
Wrapped in pretentious leather
An anchor in a world run by money and blue light
Must be truth, it’s in ink
Must be a lie, I disagree
Could life be such a hard thing
To understand?
All cardboard and veils and stress
I cannot hold it
Please please please please please
Where is the world where is it?
V - The Blind Man
Please please please please please
Just make it
Stop
I want it all
To stop
VI - Sunlight
“Ye singers
Where the stage?”
Time passed: another worthless detail
Shed in the aftermath
But the world sold its wonder
Into memory
A much more profitable stock
And now there is nothing left to stare at but trees