Untitled (poem)

Sad sorrow-filled oil lamp lighting the way into the deep. Walled enclosure, opened beyond dreams of forgotten energies. Taste a faint glimmer racing between the cracks to goal-line abandonment. Words always break the silence, even internally bouncing from the cavernous mass of flesh. Prepare the reckoning upon brothers... and I, the beholden one, off the cliff of empty desire.