Bat An Eyelid And All Else Is A Forgotten Anguish

Some joys are ready sent to be relinquished Before our mind's eye is set on deceiving us Here mysterious passages are walked daily, Bat an eyelid and all else a forgotten anguish. The fruit is eaten ripe but the cores left rotting So you hang from a ceiling of a cave listening, To your own hearts distant dissenting echo. Dissident beatings; in its own lonesome, dwelling. Some points of understanding aren't negated As we search out alibis in each other's eyes There's no concord between you and the floor The ceiling is a conquest tightrope, not a nest. Faith doesn't love any more than love is faith Something is lost but ultimately, unexplained. The invisible is as real as something audible Intangible as an electric eel is to hold or ignore. Distant memories want to claw hammer a door But you the occupant isn't home anymore. So without a tenant is love without a master Like a cat without a saucer of milk or cream.