read between my li(n)es

i believe in ancient wisdom
but can't deny sufficient doubt
to try and be with this ether
of angst and the well of blackness
that protrudes, exudes, and creases my pages
inside time i am forgotten
outside i am nothing
never i am naught
and no where am i found

returning i sometimes wonder
whether i can regain trust
with myself i give up
something to
notice and uncover
the rust must be remove.d under

final sync
final hour
you return
and i am sour

final wish
final magic
this we know
will end
tragic