I try To Make Time

I try to make time,
Inside vesicles of idleness,
And shout out particles
Of art and the enzyme
That catalyzes ceaselessness.

I bring ideas and forms,
To Beings and pray they would listen.
But empty eyes reveal the distance
From me and the worms
Of the dreams in crimson.

I write dimensions,
And force creatures in realms and beyond,
Enlighten them, yet they don't,
Appreciate my tensions,
Of which my spirit is so fond.

I end up alone,
In every chapter, every story
Without the climax of a glory,
Between letters of my own,
Never free, but fluffy, curly.

© 2009 Lith Ium

Tuesday, September 15, 2009