Powder

Thinking nothing
Balancing all
Original thoughts of a midnight zeitgeist
Cascading slowly by so that the mask made submissive, cowed.
Crumbles into powder upon first touch.
It is tasty
I touch it
So be immersed
Judgements permanent state hardens.
Fear of exposure
They don't teach how to love.
Starvation and neglected by lack of support
A pitiful cry of the bleeding
It knowingly touches your mark
The spirit is gone into a shroud disconcerted by daylight that isn't empty
Of self-deceit.
Unnecessary ardour of this suffusion of time
Coalesces
Into an amazing machinery that would murder your star.
And so you forget the will to think
Do I want this?
And if I do, am I weak if I give you my life
For I don't know what is power
If I don't desire it
Not my apology.
For when I am awake
A gypsy sun spirit reflects your resentment
Torpid.
A victory in the house of cards.
Empty fortress that no thirst from that powder you inhaled,
Can be slackened by it.
Happy to be empty for the sake of it
I watch you descend willingly in the trough
Mistaking mud that hides your heart to be your saviour
A free will that will quicken death
Modern masculinity without a cause.
For the sake of it.