wrecked

turned out, among these fools
wanting wasting through
all of you is in this now
you are all confused
the problem's not the problem here
it's what we disallow,
to bring the spring in shallow times
wrecked here, this night, for you
broken and withholding,
wanting for some more,
all the time that you are,
steady against the door
to the future where we
all may be
the conclusion has it's sharp points
and the matter's not without
here in the deep dark dusty silence
where we are all lost.