Binary Enigma

I see the elusive dead in you.

I see it when your left eyelid starts to jitter 

because you haven't slept a full night in weeks,

or when you lower your eyes and gaze at nothing in particular

"Yea...", you say. Just, "Yea".

When you stare out on the lawn in the afternoon, what do you see?

The wrinkles in their shirts, the stains on their jeans?

And when you look at me,

do you truly see me as the sum of all my parts?

And then, I wonder what you're hiding.

What lies in those unvisited corners in the cellar of your heart?

Is this shell of yours a wall to keep us out

or a cell to keep you in?

Entzünden

"Your kingdom come, your will be done..."
I had to pause at becoming aware of the dull murmurs around me,
and the flatness of the bricks borrowing the voices of centuries past.

This is what great things are built of, I thought.
Thousands of people united in their misery
with a deep sense of the same hope
inspired by someone so miserable
that they spent an entire lifetime
creating something that would make this all worth it and sensible.

To the ones who embraced the chaos:
I long to be as brave as you.