It's late and the nerves rattle

It's late and the knowledge is everywhere

It's falling fast into territories as ephemeral as ice.

Wide gaps are calling.

Wild thoughts ravage mental landscapes.

Plentiful meadows and scoured beaches left dry without even bones.

Pleasant hills.

Twisted ravines.

Sweet sweet oblivion.

Falling into late.

Fighting far and knowing fate.

Settling down, but still awake.

Waiting now for something.

From this knowing.

I know where it's going.

Because I let it.

Shipped and sailed and gone to shore.

Far away forevermore.

far afar afield the scoundrels

ravaged towns and ports

twisted in their joyful troubles

broken disregard for hearts

men and boys and slanted beasties

picking fights on ships

sought locales, exotic beauties

died as vicious fools

mothers held them once to breast

fathers they never knew

awash in sorrow, failed the test

o grace wanted their souls

it's a missing light that blinds.

it's these dark spots in my eyes that burn the brightest.

tempted by knowledge,

fooled by secrets,

endlessly struggling against a villain that sniggers with mirth.

I'm not so blind any more,

and yet my steps are cautious,

as if I'm wandering the dark.

I'm lost in hesitation and certainties of nothing.

twining around the finger of fate and flooded in fears.

he's a gentle one,

and she's no rougher,

but the words cut just deeper.

there is that feeling of loss in knowing,

that bleak knowledge wanting to drown.

and cheshires grinning.

and time laughs full out.

but mere sensation brings me round.

knowing that my nerves serve the moment.

and my heart serves the infinite.

and my breath serves the all

in you and me.