NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS

.how the fates roll as waves

1. [past] i wanted a new start to a world gone sour but; do i deserve this redemption?
for
was it by my hand the world rusted rapid
who killed the world?

2. [future] i figured
that;
without the fear from closets and sidewalks
no- it couldn't have been me.
but, then,
what is left of it?

3. [now] we left one for the rookies
one for the not-to-bes
for the invisibles,
our hearts on old grey masts (precarious)
and it was sad
how they left us when
the waves hinted white in the evening
or that time when-
black undefinable molasses raised from the deep.
but how will red present purple
without ever lapsing blue
black and blue;
may be no golden towers stark on wondrous sky.
(horizons of novel covers, featureless films)
but wear that past as air conditions break and
theres no one left on the old block.
wear it for-
speckled souls always mask a
purple, yellow-green dawn on hardened
skin.
your heart aches from the cold
but you will never need the ac again and-
the loneliness doesn't eat away
as nostalgia in summer did,
it breathes trenches through a jam-packed person
and just as the bridges must sway in winds post-Eden
just as those post mortum cannot
so must those sick with the truth:
so must you.