Stoned

These lead shoes...

I've worn,

Even laced with winters snow capped peaks,

Just behind the pale of the moon's face,  as I stand,.. In silent reverie

A hushed lucidity.

  As the pull no longer bear intent upon the weight of  it's gravity,
  nor does it give warning to accommodate my foreign shore,

 It's tide had long since frozen to the tip of my tongue and the axels of my totality do weigh heavily, and shift,  though  I am not falling, nor disposing into the milky way

 The heart  no longer weary as it's growth had far reached it's plateau to perch upon the mesa of a dull hushed uttered death,

There, just inside the reserved piece of rigor just beneath' my flesh,  

  So long are  the clammorings that fall from the edges of my cold resiliency'!!!

  And far away from the image of this memory in celebrated blade by it's depth in crimson, that rest well beneath my chest.

No rest.

' No longer, do I rise and fall inside of life over the churning tides of Love,

 No man nor his lie shall seek to save, or break the bones of such succulent marrow, 
I  was the last sacrifice,... UN/worthy .

To what matter?
i don't have to be.

 Now with frail hand upon my mind', the caress of the wind comes into my dimly lit place of passage,.' where mine only enemy opens the way Into the dark cruelties that  bind and heap beneath my feet,
leaving there a slithering reminder for pitying guilt,

a condemnations welcome mocking my love,
housing' the skeletal remains of past deception' for future résurrection,   Shamelessly  biding  time as I drift to and fro from a coil of repulsiveness ,

I search the four corners no more!,

For the excitement of recurrent pain has been breached and is gone,  Left impotent in my abandon and henceforth since found stricken of it's own crystalline reflection!

 There leaving a legacy only of the suicide stain, colored crimson in me By ushering in the soliloquy of lamentations by a vanishing soul,

love is unsound and I can no longer weep. 
 

Now only the cradle cry for the beat it came to know as ice forms around my legs,

And as the blue- black, vast expanse found new cause for the comfort of a once and again broken heart,

following the trail of my bleeding, and sun cracked lips, . I am made of STONE.

    HARD, I am left with an eternity of  time zones shifting  in the back of my mouth,...          with no clean water...for taste

How  then,  might any of all eternity even ever begin, to ask that i forget you?