Inspire the Dire

Inspire the Dire

One day soon or maybe never

I will fracture this piggy bank and

Try to deliver the coins deposited

And sever this trapping of mapping

Out myself on the outskirts of timing

Until the hurts excerpt a certain level

Of truth of why in time that I

Have felt this way and have been so afraid to say

The reasons scripted and known

These times on the throne

Of a man without a kingdom

A man in a crown of downed

Power lines and unrequited messengers

To four corners and turning back

Without word or letters intact

In the stack of a thousand days

Spent writing words you inspired in me

Stories of yearning and burning

Identity to be this close and yet not free

To open the gates and wait

To see if you even wanted to see

What was over the edge,

Behind the levee of dead

Tree trunks on the water

Drift wood for some good

Staying afloat on the moat

Of decisions that either expel

Or grant my oblivion

And all the pressure of the water

Pressing the walls has nothing to do

With you, but the force still calls

Me to know all the lengths

That I had to go, to find you and

Be here in this moment and to explain

That to you is a conversation most solvent

In the solution of you asking to hear

The years in between the building and

Breaking of the dam of all that is in me