In a single moment of times eternal past of a painted future and a known mystery I hold in my hands a tainted heart a forlorn imagination of a mystic self between you and I as a taut string in my chest Vibrating silently Yearning to make sound I am what I am not Do i feel pleasure in this discord in this, stabbing pain between every beat a lingering end within a certain wish of a beautiful end Wishful beginnings Perhaps, a fortuitous vision to help me see what i already know whats already seen in myself I must awaken from myself