• Cruelest memory, gave me ash tears,
    His eyes burned down, hollowed by years,
    Longing for aftermaths of meadow and tranquil waters.

    Echoing soul,
    Bouncing off,
    On walls of insomnia, dreaming awake.

    Overcoming longevity,
    A tonic given from living sap,
    Drink it long and prosperous, on knee and lap.

    Chirping birds,
    Appear always,
    Through the windows and into your ears.

    Hailing towards the karma ponds,
    Watch the Coy spin as though to paint ripples,
    On broad liquids, appearing then disappearing,
    Take these waters, steal the reflection of,
    Angel haired moon whom seen in life fountain,
    Drink her in and breathe it deep,
    Ambiance that warms, as if she was giving him embrace.

    As if it was not solitude that turned his favor,
    While solemn cheeks of dismay turned and jerked away,

    Let it be,
    Let no one blessed,
    These former meanings remain.

    Laboring moans replenish the funeral home,
    You slept so gently cradled here.

    Leper like trance, completing this stray,

    It grows...
    Oh how it grows...

    He awakes without belonging,
    Beaten perversions,
    Amidst broken dreamer's isle.

    And holding on,
    To silly wishes of flesh walls,
    Pools of his own mirror red,
    Howling banshee residue.

    He's lost,
    Endless the war,
    Loving betrayal bore, little caterpillar bites.

    What reason left was there?
    He should have left,
    Paying his passage,
    Then leaving without trace.

    Harshly bleeding,
    Everyday chosen life,
    As though there was meaning awaiting him,
    Beyond coffins built in his favor,
    Continuing on,
    Spiraling on,
    Consumed, turning him,
    Into another walking stiff,
    Even in his mind.

    No more escape,
    No elbow space.

    Left tucked in,
    Praying for the sun,
    To transcend him flame.

    Or for needles,
    To rip out of wrists,
    Until every drop fell before him.

    Slept away, to another day matched yellow,
    From days before.

    Adorned vacant eyes,
    Could fool the dead.

    It walks now,
    Breathing and capable,
    But always missing, disabled in a way.

    Isolated beyond this question,

    Did he realize he was alive?

    Never reached him.

    Walking out the door...
    Without.