In Small Pieces

My gaze bolts out like Arjuns arrow
Only to return cloaked with black
It is a strange destination
Where consumption and consumed
Sleep in the same crack

Life asks for an entire record of my age
But what do I say when my age seems trapped
I lie in a crack
Broken in small pieces
Sprawled somewhere on the track

Bracketed dreams
Pain me sometimes
Realized dreams tempt me
His power vanquishes me sometime
My weakness, another feeble dream

Is this making me one with the black
Where consumption and consumed
Sleep in the same crack?