hope
like humankind
is truly
the cruelest
if not all too usual
like a challenger deep
i could have easily
inhabited the trenches
of the great mariana
if left to my own devices
in a steady stream
of entropic existence
this, is not to say
that my soul would not
seep through the fissures
absconding to hellfire
in iron-core iconoclasm
my chosen paths
are minded with honors
and badges
it’s the acclimatization
and the stayed deprivation
that stave off the gravest of fates
. . . to be stricken
with the malignancy
of minded emotion
in the spur of the moment
to. . . argh
to, ~ f e e l ~.
for when i do
dimensions cry, uncle
as my watery ways
shear gaping rifts
through the planes of perception
. . .
i dwelled in detachment
living tortuous death
every breath a burden anew
but at least i knew~
now, time has wrought trickery
upon my soul’s dispossession
and the distance which spans
amid consequent disparity
has displaced my consciousness
landing a final blow
upon all i have known
rent by the unspent
tempestuous
turbulent
fervid
and festering
the influx of blustering
bombast so drastically
thrashing my breast
an impetuous
press against her lips
precious
all the years of my life
have always belonged
to her
this, i know
will inhabit my bed of dirt
when i greet the insect hordes
but more than just this
it was the mistle-streaked
visage since sallow and sullen
the culminating of hearts
acquiescing
a lifetime flashed before me
in that briefest of respite
much like a comet streaks
through a burst sky
only now
had its tail ensnared
the pulsating mass
fresh from my chest
and thus it was shot to the sun
in an instant
and such elucidation
diffused forces known
as gravity left me
to fall back to earth
nothing
can tell
of the ghastly descent
whence i combusted
to dust
from the old familiar sphere
of atmos and mir
thunderous crashing
i plunged into depths
the source of eternity’s tears
ever felled
in an instant
they passed through me
like ghost particles
colliding
i can no longer abide
let me now stay my tongue
take my leave
for this grievance
shall venture no more
boring all
like the sting
has bored holes
where my eyes once beheld–
let me tell
of no more
[image credit: Tess of the Storm Country (1922) featuring Mary Pickford]
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