~ Quaere ~: 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.

~ Quaere ~