LOST TO THE WORLD

I dreamed of cities
that cling To the backs of
Great whales
In the ebbing sea

Of intrepid imaginings

Of a Grand adventure

Of Futures un written and
the fallen hero’s redemption

-and yet -

I sit day in day out
Consumed by the cloud
A Visage of poise
but a corpse
Husked of hope

Eaten by the dream
Left to rot by the undoing
of my un - doings