Clandestine Lunacy/Vulnerability

Memoirs of all things

forgotten

As expectation meet

in worn and solemn

eyes

 

The cosmos finds us,

looking over

turned back, shoulders

 

All the different things

feel the same

Each one less of

a shadow than what it

once was

 

The feelings kept their depth

sufferable

And in beauty

Beneath that lime

lamp shade

 

Repeating these

sublime realities

Explicitly now

Our expectations

meet

 

Neither ashed, nor told

The soul’s door is ajar

For those who seek inadequacy

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Unnerving

There is an unnerved cascade

of swift speech and lush

laughter.

 

A candid dalliance with

language until the languidity

sets in.

 

The questioning thoughts of

distance in close proximity,

and find something, something,

a minute mutter of meaning

beneath the joyless guffaw.

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With all their

disjointed

moments

 

Picked by each of

its pieces

And caste

like dice

and hands at

play as a gambit

A house of games

xviii.

Who watches them

that watches over

us

Watching in their

callous concern for

those who are not

part of their own.

 

Ev’er we shall

devour our own

tails

Consuming only

ourselves, writhing

in pleasure as

we are consumed

 

Run us through

as we fall upon

each others swords,

for they too

are our own.

 

Unapologetically,

In as much sincerity.

viii.)Repetition (The Absent-Minded Mantrum)