left, breathless
bereft and broken
spoken words, inept
dreams and regret
waking detests this emptiness
such unrest
what sleep may come

counterbalance beast
serf of nature's beginning
tyrannosaurus

circles find their aim
humans like their range within
ellipses begin

circles hide their aim
humans fight their way within
ellipses pretend

circles might remain
humans hide their pain within
ellipses restrain

Eyes, like estuaries,
droplets carry our weary emotions,
into a sea,
where needing cedes its frustrations,
the turbulent I,
let me run dry.

In loves muddy wake
failingly chasing its start
we might as well swim

when suffering's luster loses glow,
when overcoming is never known,
what dreams may come from fire below,
lonesome moments, ever-boding,
misery imposed, for evermore,
glorious warnings from sordid war,
of freedom imploring,
indifference ignoring,
and discontent exploring our stratosphere...
measly metamorphs,
wearily forcing inaction forward,
desperately sourcing mortality,
fallacy after fallacy fall to their knees,
umpteen deviations,
outlandish iterations, exhausted,
accost me no more, mister consciousness,
for I've already given in,
just when my sin uncovers itself,
befuddled and bereft, at the gates of hell,
the self dispenses its painful beliefs:
that nothing comes without leaving,
remains we bequeath only provide what's conceded,
so seek what is needed,
impede not the other,
and love will muster from such healthy souls.

In sleep sings memory,
abnormal, eclectic melodies,
impressing to me what needed attention,
because, today was successful,
until the latent rears its unrestful head,
friends deceived, belief left dead
could I dispense such blatant injustice?
apparently so,
for, deep in the throes of these old unknowns
lies knowledge uncovered, under errors disowned.