Stage Knives

I pulled up the roots just to see I've felt differently since about disappearing I placed myself back in the weeds In echoes in alleys I'm reminded (As close to close as we'll come) As close to composure as I've come I'd immersed myself in beauty and find it all vanishing Empty, longing and vulnerable Sharpen your knives Neither a pawn nor a king I am nowhere, I am nothing For this betrayal that's how I should be seen Wearing scars I deserve, on a throne of nothing Ethereal and haunting, the wandering and yearning Characters I've kept, plotless and neglecting The architect and monument Neither here nor there, forever elsewhere And so it goes There's consequence To these vowels and consonants And I came as close to heaven as I'll come

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 22, 2026