Paul CliveMay 31, 20231 min readRodeoMoving into the lightWith nothing in reserveSorrows and the voidAtoms and the darkSplit between these numbing momentsBoredom and the graveCaught up in disgraceful thinkingWithout a soul to saveCut off from your sacred callingBurning like the houseSulfur rising, flesh left rottingBroken like the rest of themMet under horizon's longingA place of deep regretsWhere I said your name at lastWhere I burned the final bridgeEyes wide staring into beautyUntil the tunnel dissipatesMeeting death with stomach turningPanicked, empty, reprobateHow I hope that you rememberImagine for me what might have beenHad there been sparks when I yelled fireHad there been love when I sought sinMoving out of the shadowsWith no way to reverseA love left unrequited And no penance left to payTeased out on the edgesParsed out and so frayedSpectral tearing at the fringesPrisms seeking rainbow's endScattered among the monumentsUnspoken for among the starsBad lands not built for redeemingPristine porous heart untouchedFilm biting at the gateLust chomping at the bitRunning but I'm out of footageNo action but I'm yelling cutThere are colors underneath my eyesBricks sent flying like these flagsA perpetual day of half-staffsNotwithstanding a chance of sore sightsThe devil's in the dust cloudsAnd I'm swallowing the windWrapped around unwilling fingersA slave to being unwantedMoving with all due hasteTowards an unsatisfying sunriseA self-repeating cyclePrescribed prophecy endlessly refilledThere was hope underneath these liesA glory maybe made to lastStaged stampede already run fromNow just filling timeShooting the RodeoPhoto Credit: Naveen Annam, Pexels, https://www.instagram.com/naveen.annam/
Moving into the lightWith nothing in reserveSorrows and the voidAtoms and the darkSplit between these numbing momentsBoredom and the graveCaught up in disgraceful thinkingWithout a soul to saveCut off from your sacred callingBurning like the houseSulfur rising, flesh left rottingBroken like the rest of themMet under horizon's longingA place of deep regretsWhere I said your name at lastWhere I burned the final bridgeEyes wide staring into beautyUntil the tunnel dissipatesMeeting death with stomach turningPanicked, empty, reprobateHow I hope that you rememberImagine for me what might have beenHad there been sparks when I yelled fireHad there been love when I sought sinMoving out of the shadowsWith no way to reverseA love left unrequited And no penance left to payTeased out on the edgesParsed out and so frayedSpectral tearing at the fringesPrisms seeking rainbow's endScattered among the monumentsUnspoken for among the starsBad lands not built for redeemingPristine porous heart untouchedFilm biting at the gateLust chomping at the bitRunning but I'm out of footageNo action but I'm yelling cutThere are colors underneath my eyesBricks sent flying like these flagsA perpetual day of half-staffsNotwithstanding a chance of sore sightsThe devil's in the dust cloudsAnd I'm swallowing the windWrapped around unwilling fingersA slave to being unwantedMoving with all due hasteTowards an unsatisfying sunriseA self-repeating cyclePrescribed prophecy endlessly refilledThere was hope underneath these liesA glory maybe made to lastStaged stampede already run fromNow just filling timeShooting the RodeoPhoto Credit: Naveen Annam, Pexels, https://www.instagram.com/naveen.annam/
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