do you think I lie here defeated and hopeless?
hope is my byword for forging forward
it has become my rallying cry to arms
it cavorts in my mind
as I lift my weary body and climb
this rock laden hill of despair

hope, it dares, it is the matador
flinging a red flag
no milk faced emotion -
it screeches, it bellows
pushing me towards a salvation
that looms in the distance

it promises, it is a succubus
seductive in its allure
it is the endgame of my forlorn thoughts
my trampled prayers beseeched and whispered
to a shooting star
it is illogical
emotional
and yet, when all else fails
and all have fled
it remains -
hope

 

against the muted colorless
grey
neither living or dying
my thoughts rapidly phase
attempting, grounding
hovering
on the edge of
something
unnamed and unknown
a limbic moment
an overture beckons
slowly, seeking fugal passages
blood flowing intermezzo interrotto heart beating allegretto
distantly
i hear my name
and waken
completely
daring to transition
finale competes with fugato
in a clash of symphonic harmony
color returns
blood red
verdant green
aristocratic blue
life renews

having been judged incomplete
and unable to translate and comprehend
this pronouncement
I now lay hidden
concealed in an lacunae of my creation
nestling deeply into a discontinuity
seeking a subdermal, subrosa place
to suspend my senses
as the hippocampus heals
the heart recovers
and my traumatic memory is purged
it is a redemptive rest
a targeted erasure
in this timeless place
and in an interval of peace
having rejected what emotion conveyed
what logic dictated
I sink further between the two stratas
of hope and renewal
awaiting your reconstruction

against the muted colorless
grey
neither living or dying
my thoughts rapidly phase
attempting, grounding
hovering
on the edge of
something
unnamed and unknown
a limbic moment
an overture beckons
slowly, seeking fugal passages
blood flowing intermezzo interrotto heart beating allegretto
distantly
i hear my name
and waken
completely
daring to transition
finale competes with fugato
in a clash of symphonic harmony
color returns
blood red
verdant green
aristocratic blue
life renews

1. An empty space or gap
2. A cavity, space, or depression, especially in a bone, containing cartilage or bone cells.
3. An abnormal space between the strata or between the cellular elements of the epidermis.
4. An ornamental sunken panel in a ceiling or dome. a gap in a manuscript, inscription, text, or a musical work.
   
   
5. A lacuna arises when there is no previous authority directly dealing with the issue of the case at hand.
   
   
6. A gap in an argument indicating a leap of logic which cannot be deductively justified by the premises as found in the argument.
   
   
7. A lexical gap, a lack of one-to-one equivalence between the word, expression or turn of phrase in the source language and another word, expression or turn of phrase in the target language.
   
   
8. A missing section that would normally be expected to be represented in a collection.
   
   
9. An intentional, extended passage in a musical work during which no notes are played.