A frantic search undertaken,
Should rightly span two rooms,
But more is pressing on the nerve,
And dumps the brain with much,
Hard dose of stern bewilderment,
It should be where it wasn't,
Unless I am the sorry cause,
But backtracking's too sad...
Oh there it is.

Truly shorter lighter lasting,
Air is blasting on my ears,
The rain falls thickly now,
Slicks what was in the past already sluck,
But now its fanciful and free to stand,
Not drape nor find itself in knots,
Frames my face in different lines,
My nape less buried but in air.

Look on ticking fields askew,
I open eyes again renewed,
I plunge my hand into the brush,
Their seconds softer,
Meeker than some firmer days,

Trace deeper,
I stroke the gapping cracks abundant,
Fissures spanning my perception,
Fractals scattered between my touch,

Their finer fractures seem to dig in,
Overturning soil in tiny mounds,
The hours laid out flat,
Almost bent to breaking point yet holding humble,

What melody do you bring to me?
Of scraping nails and howling fiends?
Of shattered dreams that scar the heart?
You'll break your beams on gorgeous fields,

Dream bastion of the wearied world,
I scarce desire to call you so,
Sole dust resides in floating walls,
And none will lean on fragile might,

Your rage will break you,
This I know,
I'd say recede to lifting dream,
But shattered too shall you soon be.