Fractures in a mind complete,
the rivers flow from pores and holes
tears fall salty on the feet,
dirty from days of marching.
As time exists in four dimensions,
Finish lines and useless rhymes,
count for not, it’s our decisions
That leave us feeling queazy,
The hearts and minds of men confounding
The sirens scream, the fires talking,
The rivers dry, the glass refracting.
Fractures in a mind complete.