The Path

Sense was bereft
the measure between young and old,
prospective arrogance nurtured and avoided,
unseeming rebellion continued unannounced
proffered states to fill gaps in time,
learning something from everyone.

The grey shadows moved
an eye tracing these to be in void of mingled darkness,
sun strengthening illusion in deep pits,
gaps proffered to fill states in time
remiss and it being but half a day later.

Old names keep repeating themselves in shifty drone,
ghosts walk the earth and find a cave in the heart,
disconnected stands righteous in new stance
obliqued to ignore foremost category,
breakdown apparent when to three warnings senseless.

The door would not respond but to one hefty kick
success and failure all in one move,
battered rusty hinges misconstrueing violence with access,
a struggle revealing
wooden fragments remembering in secret,
a fixed smirk of memory
that portal open,
in time to fall and pick the offered limb
a beautiful bough of supernatural conception.