Fragmented & Fractured 2
I am finite and eternal
I am slowly gaining speed
As the structures fold and crumble
And replace desire with need
Dichotomy and double-speak,
An oxymoron sea,
Where truths are absolute and fixed
But quickly fade and flee
Here inaction still speaks loudly
But results affect the cause
And screams somehow seem delicate
While whispers form a pause
In a glass house full of mirrors
Resolute and quite opaque
All reflection is turned inward
As original turns fake
A sound without a rhythm
But in tune with song and dance
My heart beats ever faintly
And collapses the expanse
I'm a blind man seeking vision
I'm a mute who shouts the truth
I'm all these things and many more --
A shifting absolute.
