Faith is the Greatest Insolence
I’m exhausted of driving opposite this skyline,
Reminded the same view has passed through all my different eyes.
Despite relentless dreaming, I’m no closer to contact,
Skimming along asphalt, always.
I’m bitter of knowing dreams as survival necessities,
Afraid of my life force’s impotency,
Skirting the edges of consummation,
And keeping my lips to myself.
Yet
Hope and I have been codependent much too long,
For something as fleeting as shame or terror to drive us apart.
Killing my belief in something better,
Would presume I’m the one who gave it life in the first place.
I’m paralyzed of the thought of you actually existing,
Riven by the recall of all the things I’ve never touched,
And all the things I’ve let touch me,
So how could I possibly ask?
And yet
