just 'cause you made a sandcastle, doesn't mean you're some kind of king

and when I get there

still

token of a present that isn’t yet on the first steps

the thought up ahead

waiting to catch up with dreams and meaning of beings, beens

and or

or and

and has beens

syncopated frames colliding to meet

the maker of scenes side reel

and I feels to I feel to I feels

and to find real

I asked the mirror if my eyes could pluck from me

and the words fell to nothing else

and my screams went unheard to those ears

that face was just lines

that chin was just a shape

and movement was mimic

we saw through two eyes; not four

and spoke with one mouth

heard with two ears; and the other two deaf

breathed just one fresh air

and when the question sought answers

none came

the legs remained lame

the arms couldn’t lift themselves

and I could see the strings

my friend could never be as much as I saw him

and the words he said could never mean as much as I heard them

my company was never much as I gave

and my words were never as much as their worth

I bowed down for no curtsey

shook hands

p’d and q’d for no courtesy

my body spoke the wrong language

eyes can only see what they understand

the mind can only construct the pattern

my green is your blue

my hate is your glue

and our norths can’t meet

I grew from something else

and your earth is my death

your exhale is my breath

and as you stand

my right is my left

together we chased our own rainbow

found the pot was empty

and so sold the pot

climbed mountains with no view

ran marathons with no finish line

thought equally of ourselves as murderers and geniuses

learned to hate out obsessions instead of embrace them

and did the same to our relatives

I learnt not to hold your hand while you held mine

it didn’t matter if I lied if you believed me

so I just said that was how I smiled when I was happy

and you did it too

how can it be love

when it’s like this?

does hate end up loving all the time

no one ever answers these questions

so

bashing this wall for as long as I’ve been

looking so far forward that I missed the door right beside me

eventually broke through stone and concrete

reached through to pull the inside out

and found

just the same

and the wall suddenly seemed more beautiful

its reason was just to be; not to block

and I’d turned the wall into a hole

that opened to show that nothing had changed

so I picked up the bricks

began to build

one by one

stone by stone

and as the last piece was placed

I hammered in a nail

hung a mirror

and I looked at each other

(c) Dave Selby 2010