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
- Collections: Observing Silence