windowpain

the blinds are always drawn if you look hard enough
there were spirits here before me
the next flaw is relentless
we are not a society of perfectionists
yet still the eaves of our minds
point us towards the vacuum of success
long live unrest in circumstance
protests in a window of belief
too many indians and chiefs

mark the days again, 26 times now
can i place the patterns
or find the obvious with math?
does the purple marsh lie beyond
tangible paths?
glutton for ambiguity
but it all appears so apparent
in my pigeon's rose colored eye
contrived and sought
meaning of moments
essence of existing
broken by mandatory living
so much expanse
to find my song and dance
to make merry the memories
and carve out a footprint
worth the carbon
marry the advantage of this land
wrinkles and scars
imperfections of individuality
idiosyncrasies of ideology
blood filled with the tyranny of a days thoughts
fountainside of the smoking fault
burn baby burn
one day, like any other
it will give
could i surrender to notions
and hand myself over