A sliver of light before the dark vanquishes it all,
To find the power of obedience and deviance in his eyes.
The civil division of hand over hand, one foot in front of
The other, careful balance strained in the veins, so you Don't fall.

The meaningful sunrise, journeying across the sky-
Burning out the light of a thousand less bright eyes.
No one knows the trouble that has been caused- the slippage
Of words across unclosed envelopes that should have been Kept tight in closed lips.

Divulging secrets through the fingertips that you know so
Well, the ones that sit cold at the end of your own arms-
You might find it funny to feel the almost cinematic ideas Play through the crevaces of your mind.

From here to there, a burning from under the skin-you said The world is mine for the taking, but in this miniscule Remembrance where do I take part, where do I begin, if I Cannot remove this sliver of idolatry that I hold within?