Vestige

I've seen the stark naked smiles of friendly strangers
Fighting with the fleeting days
Asking for permission to build their early graves
Draped in the careful clothing of modern slaves
Holding eternity behind their breast pocket

Locked in the light
Out of sight for years and more
Through tears and memories
Of mountains and beaches
Children playing and all the brutal loss

The glimmers have appeared
In their intoxicating imaginations
Imbibed creation has danced in their fire 
Part by part telling the sum of one

Undone with each word that runs
Each tale begins is borrowed
Grasping the hollow pleasant
Missing the holy present

All the while I sit distant
Resistant to the pull of their ways
Their gaze and the allure 

Until 'their' tears into 'mine'
And my enshrined lies dissolve
And I am reminded of my own end

Of my wasted washing machine
Building a gilded podium only to look down
Holding a found crown through the curtain of an old town

Then a voice begun
Surrender son your time has come
Set true the glue
Walk miles barefoot and bruised

Staring into the earth star
Until your blindness begins
And suddenly all of them I ever saw
I finally see within

Behold the gameful glimmer
Shiver me timber
Let the stories fall
Of wall and wall between the other
Of wall between us all

Fill my chest with your breath
Fill my truth with your confess
Fill my heart with your regrets
And together let us build what's next