end this e’er incessant stream
of penance prying open seams
with hypervigilance unspoken
stowed amid a solstice dream
halt this hallowed grand illusion
bending will with blind intrude
bleeding onto open canvas
tapestries of hope construed
stay thy tongue of saintly affect
straying from each painted breath
brushing bold projections thrust
beyond the surface tension’s depth
swallow all the seas between us
stinging erstwhile tears of trust
lost in sallow shores born waning
scars implore fomenting rust
sink into the brink of madness
tingling impingent caress
ere we held this cursed congress
acquiescing fear’s duress
in the interim entangled
dangling whims will surely shed
sans decorum, sowing unheard
cries of autumn blur, bereft
Max, or Not 