________Standing in pools of years
_______I question my feeble existence.
_____Often it is this weakness
___That denies me life,
In limbo my soul remains.
Stillness cries out in waves,
_Tears compliment the mood,
___Water rises meter by moon,
____Essence becomes a prisoner of circles,
_____Eyes become rivers run dry.
_____Life is captured by time,
____Held hostage by night,
___Consumed by sound,
__Just a moment that quickly fades away.
_______Now my revolution, denied
___________Reincarnation becomes my soul's resilence.
_____________And shallow waters are shallow no more.