Hazy Acres

In close to an autumn

As you are 

Pulling strings from the last time 

As we are able to correlate the prior wish 

With now for no reasons 

Yet 

Show a real truth 

Still listening 

In a wondering state

Another place in a place surrounded by faces 

I am surrounded by the mundane 

Falsified chatter in a circling chasm 

Sitting near a particle 

Blown out from under a rug 

Waiting near a cracked window 

Old glass in a fun house of ideas 

Words that bend in certain directions 

Lasting spin 

Such a thing to experience 

Such a lower crash 

Each time the whistle sounds 

Repeated themes 

Dying on the vines along my castle 

Ultimately 

You end up as before

With a little more ache in the bones

And the capacity of understanding 

Even when it means you see a bad person

In the old mirror down a familiar hallway