The Power of the Possible

The power of the possible

Weakens the walls

Of the forces of negatives

That squeezes our balls

Criss crossed like a maze

Filtered light fade away

Lost in dead tunnels of coffins that lay

So easily leaking and seeping the womb

An oddly constructed and crumbling tomb

Society's fabric an intricate tapestry

Obliging fragile, rotting deep therapy

Harness the murky light

Matrix of souls

Rambling voices loomed from gaping holes

In the lattice of time

Worn out and bare

Took refuge in re-cycled memories