Poem By Elcypher_No longer

                No longer

 do I walk in my father's shoes;

   they're old and worn out

for my soul's cobbler to mend.

I was born not of a lost ancestor

    but of a weeping god for

       a multi verse to live.

here lies in my palms,

the maps of a world unthreaded,

destination undiscovered,

secrets undivulged.

Aye!

flowing in my eyes is a stream

of origin unknown only to be

traced by a ready swimmer.

Alas!

I am not a man made of written chronicles

for I evolve unlikely wise like 

a crab staring back at a world behind 

to guide his shell.

Thus, 

the time that journeys wise is my enemy.

For, I am not a mind  seated in my chest

nor a heart caged in ribs.

Lo! When I seek me in the mirror,

I see a giant with clenched fists 

bludgeoning the air waves that

blow every fate.

Behold!

I am a verse of lost poetry; 

lyrics of unsung melodies.

I have found me lost as of broken;

fading echoes to the listening walls.

El cypher

—Heavy Heart Pours