Circles

Solipsism

A light face in dark places
Slowly mixed, perhaps stirred
Never shaken
Into a dark shape in white spaces
A cacophony of chaos.
Bright eyes and no paces
Small strides and sad faces
Short times and shoe laces
Wet eyes but no traces
Linger past last embraces.
Pain moves in sharp races
Randomly firing synaptic braces
Collapse into a chaos of races
Signals burning time.
Quick turns and slow gazes
Swift falls in these mazes
Seasons change but small graces
Save us most of all.
Scrambled and life hazes
Tremble while star-grazing
Imagine life without hating
Stall within the white spacings.
Thump, pause, try erasing
Mistakes made, others pacing
One charge, final statings
Last call, all chasing vibratings
A line still, a heart crashes
Burn once, scatter ashes.
A dark place, candles, matches
A soft gaze through eyelashes
Joined once, with hopes clashing
A dark place, a heart crashing
Into being.