"Mother?" the child asks
"How long have my eyes been sewn shut?"
when was my memory first suffocated
in the wasted breath of an ashtray?
I was concieved to thrive under bright lights
was I betrayed or relieved
by the awakening of my thoughts?
what have I accomplished by my lies
but this seemingly endless spiral of self-destruction
I was overwhelmed by the power of these waves
and they left me shaking in the wake
"Behold, this is yours
this sunrise of lies
and you may conquer it as you wish.
the time has come to remove
the sewn thread from your eyes,
and give you with it one last kiss."