Disinterested

Lost upon the leash Of relative moons eye Watching through telescopic Troughs of dirt Open mouthed it crosses The pathways of oblivion Not loving grace Upon which we have died Kick out the words Being the roused child But never the adult To whom the pain envelops But time doses the realm Of disinterest Where it can be found Losing the battle of faith But hope strings along In a song for the ages Posting another glimpse Into pathways gone before Truth is, never listened To the train whistle While sitting on the tracks The sharks will attack If allowed to skim The worst of the scud The moon, the rain Each position themselves To find a place amongst The greats, but flatter Where calm wind evokes The hearts beating place Opening the furnace Of the harmonious catch Does it work correctly While slipping downwards The realm escapes my mind Russell Sivey