Flawed Awakening

In shallow grooves, swirling around me
They are the bittersweet towers
Made of bones, clouds, won't flee
They lock me in daze, no powers

They are the redundant, the cyclic

Unending and unresolving stasis
The adynamic breath upon breath
Of lives, dreams, hopes and faces
Torn aside by a so flaunting death

Never letting the knot grow loose
Forever shadowing their own truth.