abyssia

my hands in her care?
death, ill dignified
change, incomplete
maybe limbo is all i see?
bound by flesh
bound by hope
bound by fleeting images
sights as changeable,
as fearsome as the sea
from these thoughts
from this queer notion
i feel myself turn
retreat?
not an option
must explore
must give time
time to give
phantasms of what may come -
is she the specter or is that me?
no, it cannot be!
i lie
deceit, deceiving my... self?
indigo lions
what speak is that?
tic tock, i hear the clock
my clock? no mouse?
time.... you bastard!
movement within
this notion, lotion, moves
moves in time
out of time - let's take a time-out
that's better
it is only from myself i flee
ironic, that...
that only by myself
in myself
as myself
shall i find a destiny
i wonder whose destiny it will be
i rhyme when i am hungry
you do know, of course
a destiny is never owned
but owns its toy
no matter what the condition
of the battery