thou art the envy
of heavenly stars
whose gaze fixed upon thee
reins riotous seas

the soundest of reason
behind rising suns
spurring perilous prose
with auspicious caprice

heedless arils of time
lain afoot, torn asunder

speak poignancy of seed
sowed from soot into sorrow

to yarrow twice plucked
from the pillow of nephthys

in the argent amidst
quietus voids of chaos

i moor as a moon
mired by known nemeses

sired by forces
to suffer in disharmony

it is only thy sophrosyne
rays of redeeming

e’er beaming thy beacon
have i but this voice

though i may be remiss
in this desolate ardor

i pray mine intention
evinces suffice

wake up . . .

don’t you know
you’re dying?

or did you just forget?

we should finish up
that book of Proust

and spend more time
with mister whiskers

time won’t wait –
in two more weeks
we’ll have to say goodbye

in the end
they chose their ego

should they ever ask
why we let go

how fortunate
for us
that they would never think
to ask

alas, alas

snap out of it!

there’s no time
to waste
in the decadence of slumber

soon enough
that will be all
there is to know

lo and lo

perhaps in death
our point will breach
their deafened ears

however sad

we both know
better

please listen

and know
that i still do exist

this
despite all i have learned

luminous arcs drift
through alternate skies

so slowly
beyond naked eyes

tears mistook me

i waited for you

and the dawn turned to dusk

you were there

somehow
you could not hear me

sometimes
when i find
a large cardboard box

i hide underneath it
in public, i walk

so people will see me
and think
“what the fuck?”

as i move about
as though unseen
and such

i find it amusing
for i like to invoke
reactions of shock
disbelief, and reproach

one might think it weird
and perhaps it’s just that

but i pay it no mind

after all
I’m a cat

on the outer edge
of a reckless dream

the hour assumed a sanity unsound

it would rush me toward the open end

as is nothing was
revealed

sure as she
summoned a destitute uncertainty

was the calm inside
the torrent’s siege

as this passive farewell followed me

far beyond
its crux divided

to fold mountains into emptiness

it was shown to see
through barren eyes

break this restlessness
and menacing of moons

cried indelibly
the stinging black epistle

caution errs

for i am wont
to miss you

shuffled beds
of verdant needles

coaxing resinous plumes
to ripple

all we shared

shadows projected

kismet
of my zinnia

pools of sapphire
strewed your step

touching down
to scorch each pole

whence your aura traced the sky

how it was
we ever lived

forever
will escape me

those twilit tales
give chase

once seen

as we are sound

o waltz of precious carapace

whose promise
i still keep

from heaven

hold me
’til we are
no longer

what is this madness
that clearly consumes you

empathy
apathy

somatic
symbiont

tauntingly
from the dark side
of the mirror

i see
what is sown

in the wake
of its sopor

a cycle
unsettled

and so
it begins

separate
entities

time intertwines

a lone visage
unveiled

a monologue
never heard

far from the hills

are the fragments
afire

in effigy
one life unfolds

cleft in twain

the question is

who

shall remain