The Barrier

It’s so thin—a grain of grass—a glint of glee. Joy ruptures

Pain; and pain fractures joy. They dance with such grace—a

Phantom’s voice. My features, a subtle war: my mirror, a

Rainbow. And so dearly—I wail a volt—alive, my deepest

Concern. She whispers love: He flashes flame; and so

Intricate this feyic field. And mother lingers the porch,

Fretting wind. I’ve lost my invite, and thus, the trespass.

They love the fallin’ sun; thus I burden the afternoon.  

It’s so thin—a grain of grass—a glint of glee. Heaven

Punctured hell, feel the remnants. Thus, the walls are speaking;

And thus, the ceiling—wails. And something deeper, beckons

The spirit. Hear it tap—a secret world; and hear it tear, an

Angry flash. It’s so thin—a grain of grass—a glint of glee.

And thrice, the levels, a Kingdom—misunderstood.