Kribael

I (a)
  In mass exposure… Lasting grandeur;  
Time is over--allowed by knowing…
Having to repeat…
  Our last endeavor… We’ve known forever;  
Time is over--callous, growing…
Having to repeat…
 In second steps… A third,
 A fourth,
 Racing forward… Always
 Backwards,
  A caste enclosure… This shell surrounding;
Time is chaos--in knots, still flowing…
As life, we must repeat…A void imploring… Thoughtless mem’ries;
Time is chaos--”Rotting Tyrant”…
As life, we must repeat…
 From infancy, we step… Alive,
 Then death,
 Pacing, frantic… No time for
 Roses,
   An echo sounds to greet us… A harbor,
      Safe from storms...
   A tempered mind… Reprieve; still honored,
      Faithful… Strong,
II (a)
  O’ staying shade; empty stare I feel as
      you investigate… Your creeping thought
      Invoking stalls, as I consider if I’m alone…In passing, it’s you I feel as if you were here;
      Paranoia--led to thoughts… All colored grave,
  So fast, I fall; In sleep… I feel us  
      Touch and talk… I greet, we walk…
      Still trading lore, as we share our darkest scars,
       I awaken, hot and pale… If you were here;  
      Am I the victim--led to thoughts of voids and shame,
 We feel… We breathe,
    We waste the time between,
 We laugh… We die,
    Who shares the time between?
  O’ clever thought… Preying tendrils, sucking life
      So frail… You watching hawk;
      Provoking awe. As we consider life beyond these trials;
      In passing, only writhing’s felt…

In desperate throes--and bellowed echoes’ shock… All endless pain,
  O’ play this way; tempting those who crave…
     Deprivation; slaves…

Though, recurring thoughts,  
     Obtrusive lot, “I now play, privileged, drummer’s drum“.
     In passing, do you still feel the years we’ve had?
     A silent wisp--sought in grief, in vain…
 We walk… We crawl,
    We spend our time away,
 We meet… We part,
    And remember… Cherishing,  
I (b)
  Amassed and sober… Always stronger:
Time is warfare--twisting, toxic…
How long must we repeat?
  Our lives, our ruin…

Contorted, burning;Time is warfare--Consumption, rapid…
How long must we repeat?
III (a)
    So, hear the songs…
        And dream of  
  Things serene,
     Remember,
    You’ll never see the end…
        So dream of  
  Things in turmoil,
     Redundancy,
IV (a)
So now we hear their tangent chatter
Bouncing in… Creates distortion;
 Obscuring all we’ve tried to see,How often they distract… They draw
Attention… Back-logs progress;
 Halting all the steps we try to take,
III (b)
    So long a walk…
        Daunting trip,
  So many things,
     Remember?
    You’ll never see the end…
        So dream of
  Solace… No
     Redundancy,
IV (b)
And now we hear what seems like laughter
Bouncing in… Falsely baying;Postponing goals; it slows achievement,
How often we forget… They draw
Us in… Enticing nuance;
 Weakens all our walls’ defenses…
I (c)  
 From infancy, we step… Alive,
 Then death,
 Pacing, frantic… We never saw the
 Roses,
   At rocky shores we meet… The siren;
       Luling all toward murky depths,
III (c)  
    Just march along…
        Systematic,
  You are “machine”Remember?
II (b)
  “Oh!”, I say; distraught to think your power  
      over me… Because of thought;
      This bleeding heart, has wondered, wandering here alone,
      I crave your passing… Still yearn to feel you’re standing here,
      Obsessive, lending thoughts; invites insanity… You’d start to fray,
I (d)
   No sooner find reprieve; our vessel’s wreckage,
      Final place of rest.
IV (c)  
Somehow, we’ve welcomed in this
Once loathsome atmosphere…Building bridges,
 Discarding all we’ve come to know…
II (c)O’er miles, it seems… I’ve searched  
      Within these walls… So, lost I’ve sought,
      Repeating thoughts… Which leads me, leaving me alone,
      This everlasting guilt of leaving you so long ago…
      Restless--Ill-begot, lost in time, again… Within the fray,
III (d)
    You’ll never see the end…
  Brainwashed stupor,
     Still you’re marching,
   Redundantly.
    So, hear the songs…
  And dream of  
     things serene,
   Remember,
    No hope to see the end…Your wanders endless,
   Redundancy…
II (d)
 We walk… We crawl,
    We waste the time between…
 We laugh… We cry,
    Who shares the time between?
I (e)
  So long before us and far beyond this;  
Time continues--constant, arcing,
How often we repeat…
  This cycle churning, shifting; morphing;
Time continues--rippled… Changing;
How often we repeat…IV (d)
How often we rely… on their  
Intentions… Assured of outcomes;
 And complacent with the lives we lead…
I (f)
 In endless dreams we breathe…

Confined, tired… Hell,
 Always frantic… There’s never time
 For roses...

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