Burden of Truth

reaching out to nowhere
grasping in the darkness
if it can't be seen
was it ever felt?

I know the night better than most
as my voice echoes through it
sometimes it seems as if it whispers
back to me the things I couldn't say

walking aimlessly, what comes with daybreak?
exposure to the difference you can't quite escape
serene and still, despite what's coming
intermediary state of twilight, between then and there

suspended above gravity, outside of time
do you wonder where your core may truly be?
Outside of yourself is one thing,
implosion into infinity, atrophy

what had yesterday brought?
confusion, pressure, necessitating direction
it couldn't have just been left as one day
peace splinters to bring about new growth

these ideas, feelings, thoughts
the grace of time's passing helps them decompose
potential returns, not yet exposed beyond that place
between the then and then lies an ever-evolving memory

is the present a gift or a burden of weight?
turning inside, away from question and strife
returning the transitory phase, not losing sight
I'll leave it for the moment to decide.