To stand witness o'erlooking
The past I carefully curated
To the truth I left behind
Only to round the bend and
Be greeted by a rhyme

I ran through every corner
Of my mind, tracing each
Left hand path, never finding
Anything more but another
Severed start to the last

Estranged through time to forget
What I had feared
What I had fled
Was once so dear
Was then pure dread

Caught in the recast of a lie
Until I decanted my thoughts
From the remnants lingering
Of dripping shadows that did belie
The heart I had never really lost

The conquerors came
Looking for that
Wellspring of life
Plundering forth
Through the ever
Expanding new world

Until they realized
The fables were allegories
To the richness they pulled
From Gaia and her servants

They found their true elixir
Bred from the tears of
Youth's future as they
Broke on the barren remnants of
Ravaging destruction and
Evaporated into the accounts of
Men in hidden mansions

Man didn't become Krishna
With Oppenheimer's witness
But when he first struck
Black gold
And sold his soul
For a piece of carbon

I find myself within the purview
Of that decrepit estate I know
Too well, held captive in that
Corner where the ivy grows to
Abscond the coursing despondent
Thoughts that seep forth
From my fading steps

Surrounded by the crippling
Echoes of my silent discoveries
Left here in a protruding
Expanse of vacancy to
Become that leaf limbed
Statue of deserted dreams