fragments: -1

i have uncovered sacred texts
read then in every language
but as i rest my heavy head
my hopes begin to languish

blinded by lights of many shades
the darkness becomes clear
this path my good intentions paved
isn’t one to be adhered

in search of one hundred forty four thousand
i am found to be negative one
words of encouragement, each syllable hounded

…listening to ‘music box’ from thrice on the drive to work this morning, and i popped this thought bubble.