Weighted Tings
Here lies the time of which it commenced
The days past as every sand
Of the hourglass
In a fell swoop of descending
If the cosmos were mine to mix
And the beauties thereof, mine to possess
All would I have given
Yet all I owned was myself
In the latter months from the time you left
We Were Liars, with Woven
Enraptured my days
As I could not feel
I could not heal from the whole inside
Filled with empty
Reminiscing
On impressions "wrapped on things so quickly stolen"
That was Woven
From thence I have become
Through the weighted tings
Of every line, of every stanza
Tings that overcome my heart, which is my mind
Some nights
Like that night I gazed upon the pyrotech finale
And felt the sound waves resonate second
Second to the light which reflected that within
Unaware of my call for its resurfacement
It was urgent then
But now inside is infused with a different wave
Whose frequency is less amplified
Range more diversified
Weighted tings caused this phenomena
And it is better for it to stay this way
With the light still cached inside
The new flow on every line
Swells more evident
For the combination of the two produces an essence undefined