Landslide

Overtop the damp asphalt that glimmers by the beams

This overbearing shadow consumes me

A horrifying image, yet never quite what it seems

I find no being responsible for what I may be

These strings that tether to my limbs are seldom seen

I dance in numbers, characters, and space

While they pry at my hopes and wildest dreams

I believe that once again, I am familiar with this place

Far beyond the fog that encompasses lies the dreary day

An invigorating, suffocating peril they claim

As I walk upon the words I’ve heard, each step bounded by dismay

This concept, I suppose it’s true, for it always stays the same

A deceitful kind of teaching, but never one to trifle

May find advantage in my seething, in my muted sound

For these strings, as they fasten and stifle

I relinquish this sovereignty, and the truth may be found

Now by these unforeseen, these vivid sights

I dwell on the resistance of that which gratifies

Watered and waited on by those who bring upon my blights

All the same, permitted as it satisfies