Filigree

This golden cage built on soothing hoar
Wide filigree walls, clear sandpaper floor
Will you dare to seek the lost part
The missing link
Cease to scatter holes, withered hearts
And shallow prints
Will you drop the prey to look for
Ghostly rainbows and suns next door
Will you stop the clocks
Burn the ease of boredom
Won’t you try at least
Tree, where are your roots
Hidden in a stain of blight
Branches torn between
Blinding lust and dizzy fright
What do you know about light
Neon flare and glaring knives