Cart of bones did rattle through the days,
raising dust and stones in rickety roll,
along the side of language, rising cliff;
words did stutter deep of anger's toll.
Reason rode atop, held tangled, fraying reins,
sought to sustain momentum, hold the road,
as memory drew absence, hope took flight;
time baffles longing, lost in hidden codes.
Desire was loaded high in bulging sacks,
demand had tied them tightly, bitter thread,
as sanity did sort, raised fresh needle yet;
so was the load of sorrow sent to test.