Among the Clarity Cracks

Among the Clarity Cracks

A day alone

If I'd known the beginning - 

The unseen silence of kaleidoscope ache - 

This would have remained within my chest

Where the windows are cracked - 

Over and over and waved over another - 

Giving the illusion of fractured frost.

Distortions as such are broken rails

Disruptions of vision and violent ends,

We creep through the shatters of instinct glass

To anger out eyes on the wavering stand

Anchored in the shine refracted.

Others, outside, the uninvited,

They trespass mercilessly along the edges,

Their moaning calls to the inside

Echoed broadly to push obtuse,

Yet not sharp enough to slice

Through the air with their piercings

Of whistled intrusion.

Strength is its friend and ageless enigma

But with the slightest shift

The breaks betray its trust

To become sadistic and slicing,

To become as enemy

Inside this paned prison.