Semiosis

Decorated with metaphors, I am eclipsed by the moon. In the smooth transition between day and night I look for haikus in nature, seeds of Shakespeare, abandoned by idle hands, Titanic ghosts, in the diversion of roads. I am surrounded by endless variables, tongues through the keyhole, in the search for gold. Everyone is fighting an inner battle. Everyone is dancing in the dark, on the path of life. We want the same thing but we get tired of the semblance, putting on a show. I stick my fingers into traps, looking back at the giants in the sea. I take my trophy and run, heading nowhere. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. I have had no time to heal, no time to get my mind together, no time to stop. Everyday I ask for mercy and everyday I'm stuck in the same place, with no name and no face. I look for signs, something real, the poetry in surviving.