i used to be
broken by muse
of men in terror
by shadows of hatred
for thyself
yet cracks linger
like memories behind
walls built by oceans
to hold rapids from
caving the sands of our beings
we tire ourselves with motions
instead of moments
broken between steps we walk
like cement and shoes
repeating each step
emotion lingers with rotation
slow dancing in tempo
we’ve danced all too well
yet desire only sparks
when two question
life’s entire meaning
to be defining in meaning