The Apothecary

not quite here, not quite there
not quite anywhere ever again
maybe never so definitely
defining what may never be

oh, how the cliff tempts the tired
with the the promise of a solitary step

hold my breath for the second time
converse with clouds as they paint a sky
and taste the rhythm of the landscape's heart
preached in perfect, pitchless art
seeing noises in the fog
these timeless clocks, they rip apart
feeling voices reaching out
in fiction i am scattered now

feeling,
reaching,
breathing,
healing

(no
[time)
(stole]
[me)
(too]
[long)
(gone]
home)



third eye turns blind
first (and last) carved in the palms of their hands

whispers scream, "curtains please!"
encore limps with doubt

right side twilight
last (and first) to book their own spirit's hearse

demons dream of heaven's eve;
birth on the wings of a verse

(2)

When I step outside I
(When? Why?)
Was I?
I?

When I slip inside my
(Would I?)
Mind?

How I try to blindside
(Eye my)
I.