Slipping through

Always waiting to slip through the cracks
Always hoping to start a whirlwind

The past haunts and haunts
Dwell on it and like ceramic
Tiny small shatters strewed across a white marble floor

Lift a voice or a finger
Lift your head until there's head-rush
The higher the jump, the bigger the fall

Smile through every mountain
Hold on to every empty stream
Nothing as magical as a rainbow
That's been hammered to pieces

What of the journey then?
To the mountain and stream
What of the hope built?
Since the last battlefield

Fragmented frivolities of sacrifice
Oh! The greater good of self-preservation
The temperaments of tepid frigid ice
Swirling and brewing

Eye of self and self's tail
Boiled in the sweat
Over an unburning fire
Black as coal and igniting at once
Thrust and swiftly pulled like a carpet

But look at shatters all around
What were they for?
Each like Atlas punished with the burden
The burden that is now your past
Only their forevermore

Rainbows reappear
Like slips from blasted light
Unhinged at the ground
Strewn lazy on a river-sky
Not a bridge again

Afraid to leap across a voyage
Hiding beneath the sheltered caves
Until there is a slip
A crack in the wall
And once again the journey begins