The After Mask

What audacity stares deep into the blackness
still and chilling on a cabernet summers night
punishing gluttony with a cup full of emptiness
pouring it over in attempts to know where home is
rite...
it is schism
And within it's division one becomes two
fractured, where You behold splinters
prick thickening jabs that ooze all hidden truths
you denied while trying to abstain from that moment
listen...
you know the sound
you heard it as a child breaking apart
glass hallowed vases shaped perfectly
where stems snap violently pouring out
blooming roses dipped in taffeta wrapping
faith...
dyed as awareness
forever protected as knowledge
in a place where only a hole gives
you lean back and sigh crying deliverance
as your thrust forward in life one more step
beyond...