Cross

To step,
fleeting shapeless entity.
Too far away,
the closing faceless serenity.

But I can't,
release.
But I must,
believe...
in this fake amenity.

So close,
too many regressions to lay.
across binds,
poisoned blinds;
tampering these charities.

But I can't,
cross the frozen bitter cross.
But I must,
trample woven dying loss.

Beneath my loosened noose,
reawakened nostalgic finds.
Defeated the three horned tooth,
rearrange my inner mind.

To Jacob,
I climb.
To push,
two lines.
To close,
Gate's dose.
I stand,
a damned.
I be,
with she.
In one,
we long,
away from the bitter cross.