Disasters in the Sun

My mind goes blank and my body goes numb, Reconciling disasters in the sun,
What it means to be human; to have a soul,
To admit defeat to relinquish control,
I study the afflatus of memories,
To divine the joint where time turns into me,
To turn my emptiness into something I can feel, To find one god damn thing that
makes me real.
I’ve done my very best for goodness sakes,
I’m not trying to opt out of my mistakes,
I will smoke all of my deeds in the fire of my art, Stock all ambitions with
the hurt in my heart,
I remain a stranger in a familiar’s land,
Just a servant of the little I understand,
I wanna slake the thirst of my pride,
But I can’t divorce this apathy I took for bride.
The cosmology of my psychology,
Scripted and ordained in my physiology,
Placates my vision with the surrogate of sight, Where I can cull neither heat
nor light,
With all I’ve endured and all that will be,
I can barely even remember me,
Divining a life from this clock-paced routine,
And this dumb dictionary can’t tell me what it might mean.
From the corners of the cosmos to the meat of my mind,
The intangible ghost of god to the heap of humankind,
I wander in body and wonder in thought,
Unlearn the petty dogmas that I have been taught,
See the face of what’s real in things yet undone, Forgive disasters in the sun,
Know the future from its sanction of waste,
And the now is eternally chaste.
All dreamers will disappear into their darkest dreams,
As the planets plot the clock of their unmanned schemes,
A stoic scarecrow for the progeny of my pain,
I will teach and preach the gospel of the rain,
And so my children I come to you in naked soul, To bare the scar and star of
the shattered whole, Shadow is proof the light feels no shame,
All is just feed and seed for this godless game.