the eccentric salt of the earth

void, vacant heart - delayed response, the pursuit is on. with imaginary gods steadfast, but the faustian bargain becomes it's own mocking laughter played back. and suffering was the road avoided, the thread that loosens: the knot hiding a mystery. void, empty flesh - speaks: i suffer now, come tither to the mystery and finds no knot for how can you turn back time? each reckoning opens with a word - a sound of transactions made, each narrow escape from that troubled water, each promise of this is worth it. is it now? with heart and flesh bent out of shape, with will power and passion dampened, with the years gone by. a reminder. of paths chosen because the glitter is the evidence of solid choices made. then the skin itself rolls back, with what is underneath speaking out aloud. and it wasn't the first words made when the glitter consumed, leeching away the salt till only bland, insipid remains.