“A Look Upon My Wall” by Walter W. Quinn III
As the day grows dim and the shadow rubs against my legs
I look around my dismal room, and can only see these eggs
Born of a womb that knows no woman, and spawn from only
One male mind that is just but lonely.
These images come flooding back, no barrier knows its bounds
better than my eyes can see it's fate and rounds
the bend of emotions faster than electricity grounds
itself immediately with whatever closest it has found.
Only visions of her sweet embrace are followed by the visage, her pretty face
unscarred but unforgiving, uninfinite, a total lack of space
that shows itself to those who haven't chosen
but within which itself is frozen.
My sugary gift is now dissolved, draining past my new resolve
which to some may seem unsound, but those who know it are abound
and willing just to help my cause, a poor man with but no unpause
and into this heart he goes unleading but a new man, still proceeding
The time has past, is it not anew
the face of many I have not met a few
to help me with my own desire, a wish for more
of what now makes my heart so sore.
Without her time passes yet so too not slow,
up a creek with naught but what with to row
my battleship now lie in ruin around my feet
and my body is set upon the street
No vehicle may travel over
No mister and his little rover
climbing above the highest tower mover
without the safety net, a man without his lover
But yet still I move and rise;
I am yet to be sure capsize
without the fight amongst my demons for the reinsA body, soul the devil without the rains.