Journey

The discarded cacoon
of exhausted promises
descend into dust.
Inward crutches mend
guilty barriers.

Unformed fingerprints edge over
the forgotten name of a half-seen god.
Abandoned divinity shrouds
the face of the messenger.
The cruel metamorphosis
shades the transcendent journey.

I tremble across a wire
on the pulled passage to the gate
where fleeting holes tunnel
the way to peace.

A trailless dove greives
an unfathable requiem,
sweeping recklesssly from
the relentless undertow.