The Sweet Dead Faces Happily Met

What can I do ?

I had no choice

From here on out

This thought is

Only 

More scattered

In looking for

Simple

Straight ahead

The light

Searching

Getting

The ladder

Arose at night

But not found

Percieving

What a drain

No drag soon smooth

Reaching, reaching

Reaching

Dreaming, dreaming

Dreaming

The light is fading

That ain't nothing

I don't know

I don't remember

I don't care

This is forgotten

Gooder

Badder

Sadder

Madder

And by the way

Does that not

Have knots

Are knitted sweaters

I lost my cap

As well 

Empty matters

At the gates

In colors it painted

The pictures

At loss

We breathe

For the senses

How to get

Through

The issues

From here on out

I gathers

I will

Keep my eyes on

The prize

The ways

The morning

The darkness

For what-else

Don't worry

Taking it all off

Restless urge

And high walls

By each side

Deliver me more

As I wander

Pondering

Further

In looking for

Simple

Straight ahead

The light

Searching

Getting 

The ladder

Step by step

Rung by rung

It really

Rings in the bells

Rings in the truth

Rings in the dead

Leaving me

Peeling away

The white

Paint

Instead of

The point

Is in-dwelling as

The dark water 

Below

Climbing on top

Of the rock

In the light

Of morning

The darkness

For what-else

Don't worry

Taking it all off

The shelf

Restless urge

And high walls

Deliver me more 

From yesterday

No tomorrow

But not today

It's not done

One minute more

For sunset

Maybe

Already

Stepping back

Turning

Around

Again

Are we 

The night

And i say that

We said

In a moment

Till next time

You and me

Another end

For now

By the sea

The beautiful sea

From here on out

Somber

And don't belong

Taking up

To shoulder

The vices

Whatever happens

The sweet

Dead faces

Happily met

The places

The visions

That is 

On the breeze

Then down

The lane

Looking at

Another morning

Around

Turning

Arose at night

But not found

Percieving

What a drain

No drag soon smooth

Reaching, reaching

Reaching

Dreaming, dreaming

Dreaming

The light is fading

That ain't nothing

Although like

This poem is

Only

Happily this made

At the end

At pieces

Perhaps

In the completion

A passageway

Closes

A bridge

Over

Rises

Under

The great perhaps

It's unaviodable

And special

Who'll know

Entwined

Upon the vine

I entered

Today 

Will they

Sway themselves

Faster

Away

The sighs

The crys are

Gladder

From now on out

To another day

In time

Will help

In looking for

Simple

Straight ahead

The light

Searching

Getting

The ladder

Which one

Lightswitch

On or off

In or out

Almost gone

The sighs

The crys are

Lesser

What can i do ?

I had no choice