Restore Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Walking on a ledge,
between reality,
and the meaning of life,
as they follow,
one by one,
you stand with calvary,
and they turn and run,
you show your fullness,
and they realize they are empty inside,
eternity in your hand,
that you scatter,
like a tree in fall,
blanketing the ground,
to lessen the blow,
the impact, the emptiness,
you predict the start of what you really are,
and determine the fault in the story,
to break the walls and bring down the separation,
to punch a hole in the very fabric of time and space,
and stop time that was poring past like an hourglass,
to halt the communication barriers,
and restore the flow of electricity,
the exchange of thoughts,
and the true meaning of happiness.