vilis alius

Twisted, I missed it, I fell on my face.
Wished it, I fished to a pail of disgrace
Lifted the gifted so high on the mark
Blinded by hindsight, now low in the dark
Where was the other way out?
Where was the confident doubt?
Where was the luck tossed on fingertips crossed?
I remember I used to be lost.
Minute, by million, by sweet and by sun
Traffic and tailors, the bunch , ev’ry one
All put together in separate souls
While fingerprint fantasies lust uncontrolled.
Who was the autumnous spring?
The most inconsistent sure thing?
Wind reaped the sky from the ground
And I then forgot to be found.
I dance around this straight line
Buckle my throat to tail time.
Bound like the spine of the ghost.
Fear that I miss nothing most.