Somewhere in-between

Stacking the odds and ends through a looking glass that sometimes we call the future…

Settling with every breath

As though it engulfs that small characterization

Of what can be next

Masking the intentions of what is yet to come

Wrapping in the sweetness of your intrinsically saturating will

This is what you let pierce through

Your immensely pure shrilling words

Willfully sifting between your fingers

As though it were material from the glass of time

Culminating within the effervescent peril you entail

Never letting the ends justify…

Toiling with what you let ebb

Just to create that of which we can never

Towering beneath the scourge of what once…

Tears develop and dither

What was lacking was never begotten

Only an ideal, ever stagnent

In this body of the past

Shielding the future

Giving answers that will never prevail

Truer that the brightest moments

Brighter than the largest star

Exploding in the night

All leaving behind this

As if shadowing the very next word

And yet

Even before the bubbling at the edge of your slathering deceitful lips

Can utter that very unusual spell

That had always bestowed this love