RMC

No one knows me.
Not even me.
For the hands of time,
bask in a night sea.

Next to rocky shores
where soaring sea birds ignore
the taste of the saltiness in the sea
trying to see Poseidon’s door.

Past the rocky stones
in me I patrol my soul I’m told
to subside it’s pride for the fact               I act as if I love don’t know.

No one knows me not even me
I always do what you want and need.
I try and supply but greed
has birthed another dynasty.

I want only warmth in the back of my head,
but the cold undoubt shouts
to my eyes my occipital bone shreds
what I see from what I know about.

It must be like Proverbs so loved,
by the hand that wrote a book.
The greatest story ever told in the end
you should read and see what it took.