God grant me a talisman, some charm
To rest my trust in. Somewhere to fall
When I fall in endless failing. The night
Pours in pain from out there
Anguished pleas seep in, and there is no
Barricade in this world to stop the flow.
No membrane between. Among all, only all
Brothers, sisters equally fortuned. Why
And where does all this stuff our lives
Consist of come from? This crap -- I tried
To throw it out but there it is back again.
In here, out there, and everywhere I go.
It follows I'm its source. Is this my true desire,
Sickness, nature? If so, by whose decision?
Enough -- I want out. I can't stand the accumulated
Hatred of the years, what I've become, where I've been
Lost. Enough -- you've shown me true signs, more than most,
Enough to last a lifetime. But this detail you've thrown
me to -- that it's true isn't enough, any more
Than water exists suffices for a thirst.
I can't forge my own touchstone, only search
The landscape for some living testament to mercy:
One that won't fall dead when everything is dry.