In this chapter, Prill is again with who appears to be his wife, but not for long, as he learns that he is going to be a father. The news thrills him, yet at the same time, it plants a seed of doubt in the soil of his mind. He is filled with an insecurity that he will not be able to provide for his...
From the heart, again I felt beat
And the dawn—your smile
O' I concede!
My revered standing in the expanse
To my surprise, a cantered stride
Is the proposal that you'd yearned for my embrace
And as we lock
And as we cite
You ached to tell me something
Such words merely bounced off
My naked ears did not understand
My chaos—controlled
But contorted by hearsay
O' I'm divided!
We might have made a treasure weaved in cloth
Of the kind that can't be forgotten
Like a fire spreading far beyond the shore
Such a fierceness was our love
You told me all about your passions and your funny dreams
-A portrait that was painted in the dark
For I was lying on a bed of whispers in my sleep
And nothing that you said would stay affix
Many hours and days and weeks went by
I saw that I could not provide
Shall I stay by your side?
And as the moonlight shined into the sea
The reflection lied, the reflection lies!
How I could not spend my whole life like that!
How I would despair!
I tasted a sip of ambrosia
-Waking into divine
We might have made a treasure weaved in cloth
Of the kind that can't be forgotten
Like a fire spreading far beyond the shore
Such a fierceness was our love
I would not believe such an absurd inception
Could test my honor and provoke my pride
And just when I'd fenced in my garden
The wild grew rampant for me
When through black, a fruit I was shown
-The seed for my incessant soil
O' I had to affirm!
I'd sail out before the high tide
I need to be the best again!
In inquisition for a betterment
I wound a rope that slowly thread my way down
I was a stitch away from lunacy
Splendidly bursting through the shell
If I had a choice, I'd surely stay
But like a curtain closing on the stage
Where else to go but back with the director?
Into the blue—into the sea
Into a frightened ocean!
I would find what would get us by
Ride the wings of desire through the fence!
The Fence was written by Justin Bonitz.
The Fence was produced by Justin Bonitz.
Hungry Lights released The Fence on Sun Oct 11 2015.