The Tower added to Galleries.

As if writing this will lift me up these stairs
as some sick faith keeps calling me
to talk to mySelf again
as some vicious pulse slowly beats me on to death

As if writing this will give me some understanding
of the storm raging outside
some strange illusion that I have some control here at all
some strange delusion that there are messages in the wind

As if writing this is helping me to be the most that I can
when I’ve noticed how that space grows
with every splintered piece I place back into the tree
some strange alchemy
always trying to occupy
always trying to synthesize
when always is always expanding

As if writing this will heal the rift
of all my knowing,
all my wanting,
all my daring
when in this silence of talking to mySelf
is all my willing to not be divided at all

As if writing this will give me what I need
to keep climbing
and with each breath
to continue striving
to follow this beating heart until it kills me
as some strange fire I see still burns
even in the desolation of the tower

the whole is greater than the sum of its parts
that is what the emptiness is for