The Mortal Ring

I'm either dead or dying. The difference isn't clear. The dying never answer and the dead just never hear. I'm all I have to call on. I write the song I sing. But what's the name or tune within the broken mortal ring? My feet are far too fast for me. My eyes can't see the road. The wires snap impatient fingers final overload. My essence is eternal. No freedom will tiThe Mortal Ring 1979 I'm either dead or dying. The difference isn't clear. The dying never answer and the dead just never hear. I'm all I have to call on. I write the song I sing. But what's the name or tune within the broken mortal ring? My feet are far too fast for me. My eyes can't see the road. The wires snap impatient fingers final overload. My essence is eternal. No freedom will time bring. The curse is cast forever on the broken mortal ring. My bed is just a box within a circle, in a space the boundaries of a lifetime with fringe of silk and lace. It holds a restless soul as I, a kite without a string. That never finds its place within the broken mortal ring. A myth is my existence. My blood flows from belief. I stalk, I drink, I never die. I steal life like a thief. The tears of ancient sorrows still cause my eyes to sting. There is not resting place within the broken mortal ring. me bring. The curse is cast forever on the broken mortal ring. My bed is just a box within a circle, in a space the boundaries of a lifetime with fringe of silk and lace. It holds a restless soul as I, a kite without a string. That never finds its place within the broken mortal ring. A myth is my existence. My blood flows from belief. I stalk, I drink, I never die. I steal life like a thief. The tears of ancient sorrows still cause my eyes to sting. There is not resting place within the broken mortal ring. by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez 1979