Poetic Nonsense

Nowhere is the path that burns bright green and blue

leading anywhere it twists and turns and spits in two

folding inward upon itself, like mirrors of the past

we are left with nothing, nothing at it's best

so see tangible reality fade

into darkness, into judgment with

that look upon your face

and I can view no end to discontentment

for enchanted rhyme is endless-

so;

the path leads on and

bleeds black

like opaque cylinders they twist and lead back

to begin anew at tomorrows end

so sorrowful a find, so tarnished a sin

meander 'round once more again

to stare and settle

seethe and wreathe

with airs of mettlesome qualities

I see the circle

I see the path

When sorrows end comes rambling back

beneath the mire, stone and wire

i wish to say what my thoughts whisper

but formulated sentences in formulated phase

hold none of the meaning i wish to convey.

and thus i wisp, i wan, i bleed

out among the floor, for none to see.

beneath the stars 

unearths the sea

i was you

and you were me.