rules

1245am a month a year away
you see, i just cant bend
cant break from boundaries set

they're brickwalls built with
toilsweat and tearsong
furnished with expectations

i cast a line into the waiting ocean
while a wave crashes onto the shore
the horizon marks the end

i can only see till the setting sun
i can only see till the rock-hard cement
of the heart's plea,
the cross' cry,
the altar's joss-stick sigh

knock knock.
the door
still closed.