TO FAIL SO FLAWLESSLY

fault lines

An earthquake has happened
Between the worlds of me and you
I am pushing and pulling, as if
my hands and mind are enough
To bring it back to where it was.

But I know a lot. And a lot of people
Will never know where I go. It's an elevator shaft
as the pulley descends, and my gloved hand slides
rapidly down the rope, the warmth burning to the touch.
It might wear right through the fabric.
These were good gloves, too.

I'm pushing for something, in a time
that doesn't give me any.
I'm running and racing, as if
this will be enough. Good enough.
Crazy enough.

This was a stupid idea, wasn't it?
To come all this way and think
the world could change and divide,
reforming at the energy of my soul.
The echoes in my heart.
The reverberations against the cave walls
that enclose my only existence like a casket
of my own design.

Yes, I wanted it black and sleek,
reflective like the midnight sky
under the canopy of trees, where stars
are there and bright, but so far away, and the moon--
the moon has turned its face away, its back to me
as it cries for the loss of my innocence,
and for the years I can never retrieve.

It's only a matter of time
Before the abyss embedded deep into my ocean floor
Picks up my sonic signals and plots
a well organized but woefully simple plan
to forever borrow what is mine.