The Stature I miss

The stature I miss, their vast indestructible casing

As memories succeed grown-skin, liquefies

Youth's breeze dissolves flesh to bone with childlike intent

The press of steel palms clutches me tight, swinging me once more
toward the stars

Wisdom to temper oceans melts from granite lips, dripping to concrete
grounds that fabricate my world

Refuge wells in prevailing eyes tiring the framed gaze that habituates
my everyday

Inevitable arms, contiguous secure each limit as they invade, innocent
eyes peer from pooled sanctuary into a world where bloods solidity
sways

Adopted, when its severity questioned moralities stay, there was no
pretence, no greater gift bestowed

Whether born to native womb or given, need sought, nurtured, and
loved

Parental giants ironclad in wait of a world to absolve, two by two as
kindred discharged ammunition of differing rank, armour arose
cultivating virgin terrain

Love as muscular as inherent stature climbed only to decend the depths
of deaths decry, its icy gasps strident, embittering force to
oblivion

Hands of console splintered to eggshell spear, perception silenced,
deafened to all I needed to understand

Foundation, a ruinous folly cast to memory for a wretched day, shelter
razed, permanence surpassed, the immortal stronghold, lost

Resentment courts, cheated futures rise from the sun-bleached smiles of
recall, from polished frame behind glass veneer, a tender past
taunts

Expectations fragment, choices obliterate

Was it ever intended, to be given once, to be left for all?

lex ?04