Floundering My hope a great and glorious glass globe-- Shattered! And I cast out among the sands of despair. My life reduced to a nearsighted hunt for respite from the terror My eye falls upon a glimmer, a shard of that glorious dream The gleam and its pursuit carries me through another hour, another minute of another day I grab at it. It tears at my hand. Bloodied palm, needled arm! I look into its fractured depths and see a fractured me. Sectioned, dissected, spread out for the world to ignore. Such a lie it is: The big dreams illicit the big screams (silent screams) Silently I howl as the jagged hope rends my soul. But lo! The next gleam looks almost whole... -- Andy Goth