Revealed

What does it all mean?
Maybe you'll awaken tomorrow and see
I slept the fortune away
We kept the pageants in fruition for another day
In this slide, I found the dial to be exact
And in my own grievance, I missed the opportune tact
Disgruntled by the obedience of every missing fire
And soon enough the warring jets will tune into desire
By the raving of the breasted hawk
The moments of deception
Lead more closely to, a void of you, in depths of weakened tire
Yet I saw past the nearest to the door, to your face
You step and summon yourself to my immediate attention
Blaming the yellow heat of woven gristles
Though you see the same as all of us
You're not the goddess you were
In bathroom stalls, of less than privileged halls
Our hands clasped in eternal forgiveness
A dusk so solemnly divided by the hopes
Your father laid onto us, the broom forced us into the shrubbery
I daintily questioned the flock, I bring back the simple extraction I bought
What most belonged to the fellow misfit, and in this:
You never were-- these tasks are not at our hands
Though you ask me so subtlely, "are you not going to say hi to me?"
Knowing well, I peered first and foremost
The ever-lasting dart of true iridescence
You hone the target to the truth, but forget which landmark the birds of prey detest
Will there be a moment of glistening glory?
Whether with you or the next hybrid of spoken mishap
There is nothing to deny
You always loved men.
You told us so suddenly, when you left home.
Your home is your tradition, your traditions your value, your values your ineptitude
Your glory your own
I hold nothing in place so common as to mistake the calm land as the air breeze
While vapor escapes the vault
Nurture reveals its treason