A Journey Draft

1.
A whole does not exist
in matter or in form
For everything labeled as complete
has been mutilated and torn.
Each of us living
Has frowned
At our final fate
To know the world rejects our souls,
How easily
we are replaced.
This is the only completeness I know:
A halo of lives unborn.

Oh, farewell sweet dandelions
Who cannot
survive the storm.

2.
A spider weaving its web
Turned to me,
And sagaciously said:
"Blind hands
Will not know
Exactly what
they hold.
But
Continue, continue friend
Through this nights
Lugubrious end.
The sand beneath your feet
Hails the moons endless sleep.
And the waves
Will soon disappear
Have no fear.

Let us throw into the pyre,
The homes we knew, those distant names
The faces gone, and memories maimed,
With forgotten nodes
Of summer days, lazily strolled down
Odious lanes.
The map you once referred to
Leads only to one place:
Perdition, where all
Lays, dead
and inchoate."

3.
The bats
in their laughter
Seemed to say
"Lead me to light
on this sunless day."

Again and again we try,
Like visions inside a dream -
Spinning against decay

Weaving, flying - swept and slayed.

Yet still - forever on our way.