Four Corners

All senses fall And fold at once Brushes past A sickened face And enters sleepless eyes Time is eternity Lingers Its ugly presence Tormenting its prisoners With trickery And illusions Restless and endless Its four corners awaken Reflect dissatisfaction With mind’s worst game Weightless and pointy With measures And numbers Dancing with chains And forceful figures Which fade And die Willingly trapped Beneath a longing surface Craving for those Which are Safely locked With woeful passes That tease Our existence Gulping and gasping For worth And feeling Trespassing Breaching For a formidable healing How pointless And heavy And tired We feel Though the bruises are bliss On our jutting bones And aching hearts