schism

i know the pieces fit cuz i watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication

i know the pieces fit cuz i watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean i don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other
watch the temple topple over
to bring the pieces back together
rediscover communication

the poetry that comes from the squaring off between
and the circling is worth it
finding beauty in the dissonance

there was a time that the pieces fit
but i watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering
strangled by our coveting
i've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
doomed to crumble unless we grow
and strengthen our communication

cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers

and i know the pieces fit