So here i sit refreshed from long thoughts fulfilled

glad in the deep parts that often suffer silently

I can claim no great knowing or worth to this status

This i will say..i am trying

I have been no brave knight in these dark years

nor a kindly shoulder as i had so often hoped

I was a torn and rummaged beast of this cogwork

Though i loved in word i seldom acted in its favor

I did try though...that i always did

I was found

Lost no longer for this moment

The circling showed something so familiar

I saw my mistakes cleared and was glad

I never suspected the beginning would wind to the end

Then again i had never truly tried

The Answer Machines

The Phone Left to Ring
A Message in Itself
Just a Series of Tones.......Moans
I Answer in Kind
Inside
Hello?
I am There.....Are You Here?
There is No Way Past the Dialog
Word...Statement
Phrases....Paragraphs
It Will Not Yield a Look Inside
The Mechanics are Human Built
A Fine Reflection
A Resounding Response

Positive/Negative

The Lighting has Found Me
This Anguished Rush Pours Through
Where is the Storm? Why Just This?
Touched like the Hand of Death
Yet..Blown upon the Neck
The Compression Turns to Pops and Hisses
Light Dancing Over Synapse
Burnt, Scorched and Ashen
I am This
A ground I seem to Lack
A shock so Heavy it Shears Hope
A Bolt, Static Charged and Latent
It seems I am the Storm