Parts Shadow

Parts Shadow. …verily surfacing. And really It’s all about that that leads up to the actual shattering. It’s That that has been said of The moments so entrusted unto The machine that now shivers in The darkness from it’s own awakening. Dead, cold, and freakishly searching Some projected abyss“heart breaking!” Something complex-n-warming. What is that that’s circling? The souls windows dust settling From the naked face and the Now known mask lying for e’er deathless Upon a stage floor once interpreted as The know thyself locomotion of The ancient world of Archaic Superstition. Now Try and see me For what I really am. Silent, And emotionally out of crowd. Mood levitating, moody. Eye’s ne’er closing. Introvertantly seeking to Tap the strange gap, too Slip the trembling chains upon My shadow, but Stumbling, I stumbled across more Signs of the shedding skin From the hallow. Parts unaware As my weighted shoulder involuntarily Jerks just then, my Sullied poseidonian senses swimming Against a current Deeper-n-deeper. Into my hero aversion. The assault of the unknown parts of me. I stand naked on the brink as ‘Verily’ sinks deeper into the Forgotten depths of the maze-n-

It’s

Loses all of the color amidst the torrent As I find of the chains- Dear Anna. My own hands, an aching These lines, this breaking. As suddenly I appear stained-n-divided. Even at this deep- My Hero? Split-n-still screaming primally. As ifFrom a dream. From a dream. From a dream. Johnny L. Knudsen 07/27/09 Part 3