Never Will I Set, In Stone Or In Foundation

Poem By David Lacey

No ones home to set the table, no horses left to fill the stables,
Avid brothers Cain and Able play rock paper scissors stone
Prone towards infatuation, to saturate the soul
Fill them when their empty, moderate their goals
Love is lost upon the youngest, oldest out of time
Lust has drowned the oldest, this dying heart was mine
Freedom called me up one day, asked if I was ready
If I could stand, talk and dance before a crowd and keep my fingers steady

Never will I set, in stone or in foundation
Forever will I ponder the spell of adoration
Cast upon a silent sap chasing misguided information.

Thrown to the stars are the dreams of the young
Caught in metallic monstrosities,
satellites, swarming in orbit have begun
To see sense in storming obscenities

Dancing bare beneath the glare of a pale and waning moon
Eclipse, Elapsed by our journeys licks,
Two smiles to see you soon
To hide behind the bottle in recognition
Obliteration conflicting, Abstract restrictions
Burning with friction, melting the wax

Casting acorns so the oak may be reborn, dancing in circles drawn with a stave
No one can save you, save yourself
No one can reveal what you may only see yourself
So place reality upon the shelf, delve, pursue, absorb the chaos that surrounds you.

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