blank blank fullness

the one the world runs through
while doers do
you live it for them, too
feeling the work as more than
shiny vanity packaged as if it could be
art
the labels laugh, stand apart
they're the only ones who won't believe
hidden an arms length behind the screen
a reality you thought you touched while
imitating
reaching back into the past for gems 
when no one knew your name
babe, it's just the same, still the same
as when they do
is that even you
true?
how about you
what about you?
writhing treasurers
owning
quiet traveler
you cup the sadness of loss
before it sets itself upon your doorstep
alone, alone, alone
shed your loneliness and fly with
wings
feathers floating on the trail
of moments turning over into infinity
borrowed air in your borrowed lungs
you control what you can
ignore all the rest,
sort-of
make peace with your power
pretend you're the best
and they sing along while your breath
it's still strong
la la la la
witha what kind of goodness do you
claim to possess
shh shh shh
it's in your silence
it's in your death
if you can see the goodness
in the mess
and when your lover was near
you know it was worth it to see 'er clear
now far and forgotten
you're fine with half-way
falling off,
going astray
for the love of
what you claim ain't a game
and all of a sudden
losing is cool
faking the pieces
puzzle of the day
as she floats on
unchanged in her oceanic ways...........