THE IMPACT OF INACTION.

There are worlds
Within the walls
Of this one
That are further removed from mine
Than any celestial body could ever be,
More impossible to imagine than
The lost mysteries of antiquity
And more obvious than the rising
Sanctity of the anticipated sun.

But when searched for,
When sought,
When energy
Has leant to me its last emergency reserves,
I’ve been unable to gauge these realms
With any certainty worth the term,
Indeed I’ve been incapable of holding open
The golden silk of my veiled eyes
Long enough to analyse them.

And this tenacious failure
To fulfil my ability,
This illiteracy,
Has left me without knowledge enough
To populate these places of solace
That have orbited at intervals,
And cornered me in auditoriums more fierce
And creased than any gladiatorial hall
Could have cut into my features.