Anton

1.

Yet
to be; yet to me- the metal cascades, cuts
the air and fell; if only there was silence, you'd
hear it scream a million times before it tumbled
down the distance. my absent badge that should
hath been and could hath been, scream from
an imagined abyss- deep, unending but true;

2.

The
deepest memory that could haunt me is the guilt;
that could have been and should hath been. and yet to
be; yet to me- it was how i never got to wear a nicer
shade of colour; how i missed it altogether or flung it
beyond my reach; how i could hath been looked
upon with awe; how i could hath it otherwise-

3.

Oh
you'd never know me; you don't wear my chains.
you wear that griffin on your breast, that hath told
the universe you are indeed the very best. so, i
lay beneath the birches of tomorrow, on the earth
we hath walked and asked today- yet to me; yet
to be, why do we rest on our paths so different?


cuRRent...jer  ¶ 8:42 pm