Crabmeat Tower

Bell tower of imitation crab
Tolling a foreboding cadence, pulling me out of this time
the sweet meat glistens, hypnotizing in the starlight
Looking down from my perch upon this seafood vantage
I see them scurry, running so fast out of my omnipotent view
Mice without purpose needing to flee from my glare
A wet buttery sheen breaks apart my perceptions of this world
The surface incandescent, drawing me into it's mystic spell
Seeing the universe, a mocking galaxy of silvery shellfish
Truth finds me in unexpected ways, but shimmery lies I'd rather have
Erratic emotions stir from within my turbulent mind prompted by the leering crab
There he is laying before me and here I am open to what I thought he could be
Tears unending, streaming from a well of melancholy deep within my heart
My face burns with this abrupt sorrow's blazing heat
uneasy, churning feelings, distance quite suddenly appears
you've pulled yourself away, far away from my mind
where you once danced free, the energy, the groove, the light
never wanting to ask more than what you want to give, to never really know
Trying with my all not to expect anything and still I wait for you
I have found myself in a familiar moment, like dozens of moments before
falling slowly, needing yet another unavailable, yet mesmerizing soul
you look away hiding the once piercing spark in your stormy eyes
knowing I feel your destruction of neverwas, but still could yet be
I hold this seed of promise like a diamond inside my core, a constant vision
Again knowing the truth of what we are to become, maybe beyond
Or am I believing the lies I create of you inside my delusions of hopefulness
I don't give up, just let you be where you need to be, dancing your solo delight
Now is just a fleeting moment, a speck of sand in time oceanic expanse
And moments tend to pass like smoke in the wind, never able to be grasped
Pacing the green fields to find the already scattered mice
Knowing they run to escape the fate that awaits me if I choose it
Just broken enough to see myself through the imitation crabmeat
The tower sways, falls, crashing down to a pile of white and pink fishy rubble
Illusion shattered, pieces of lies I tell myself, I only see what I fear, abandonment, me