Despite Those Nets

Tiny scratches on the surface as hard as nails upon soft silk

Tint the palms the shade of crimson drops of life like mothers milk

Take away the Armageddon ease the mind and part the thread

Place concern in hands of angels though they may not even tread

Pretend the throe inside is music and this song will just repeat

Placate the masses with distraction if not a smile than with defeat

Drain tomorrow from my heart and send the soot where breezes play

Divide the rest to wolves and sheep then miscarry our yesterday

Decide whom you will call to mind each face will merely circumvent

I am both the pen and paper ignore what the notebook underwent

If the well runs out I cannot write expressing nothingness forever

Identify with my warming smile from memories we shared together