Modern Romanticism

I've been coming here
to swim in a space,
undeserving of an offer
of worship, of gratitude,
while it mocks me
at all angles.

I've left my heart
scattered, after being
funneled through
a spiral, a state
of blanketing confusion
where what coexists
is between a beginning
with its battlefield.

I must make it end,
to lose more tears
than blood, on the way
to opening a pair
of solid gates, to initiate
a cleansing flood.

This time, it will be
reversed into the past,
as all the sparkles
I will analyze,
I will remember
when there's nothing
to present resistance
to forward footsteps.

I've been coming here
to provide an expression
of involvement,
when all I needed to do
was abandon the motions,
in all their swerves,
in their circling curves,
bringing it back,
keeping it far.