Aught

Breeze sweeps over lost souls,
wisping particles, through holes.
Prevent the darkest deepest sin,
from breaking through, getting in.

Bind the tick of time lost,
at your peril, at your cost.
Silence stops and does stare,
as ego shouts upon your flair.

Shaken, writhing, breathless twist,
lest time comes poured in mist,
Peeling back the fleshy bone,
revealing now, its true home.  

Written Oct, 2007