Missing That

across the span of inconsistency lives a flame an ember, trying to survive believing yet in that unspoken subtext latent knowledge aside gave no never mind, inside the eyes of gracious understanding the hands that reach are they true? will they remain steadfast in the storm of sudden realization or simply drop away as did many others before, unable the mystery of the equinox was made clear by your deliverance and for once I thought we were standing firm on the same stage, I could be wrong illusions rushed when the canary sang and then suddenly dropped. my lips are sealed, they always are. my walk will be a quiet one, tonight...