inscribed on the walls of transiency

a careful thread woven through an over laying fabric
is sincerely fabricated by the gentle hands of release.
the eyes of change open to the rising of a setting sun
as it is equally spilled along the horizon.
love is chapterized into volumes and series
but my reading and transcipting has come to a bitter end.
a soul as free as the transparent watery pearls
falling, cascading, trickling, drizzling from a chalky gray sky
meshing into the screen shielding my bedroom windows.
i see no harm in singularity, i see no pleasure in pressure.
i am choosing this means of living for my own good
for my own solemn benefit.
all pens are out of ink; all paper is filled; all ideas are shortened
to a small but significant thought process
inscribed on the walls of transiency.
by no means am i coming across as quixotic.
i have taken my current feelings from the words of wise men.
i will deal my cards as carefully as the handling of a wedding kiss.
i believe in change, i believe in transiency.
we all need a departure from comfort.