In the business
Of Ending Worlds
I grant
mankind and his children
the curse of
Greed
Envy
Sloth
and,
Guilt.

In the business
Of Preserving Misery
I grant
all who heed me
all who hear me
all who fear me
the singular
inability
of an individual
to change the
tide.

Trust
that soon these feelings will end
Hope
that my fears are only self-esteem
Fear
that I'm right about everything
Fury
that I am not strong enough to lift myself out

the pull is strong tonight
i do not know the fullness of the moon
but there is a bleak, waning, reflective light
within me
i have not been outside myself in days
flush with memory
with repeated history
i close my eyes and absorb the yearning tide
that goes over me

cacophony of thought
avalanche of
miss you
sorry
didn't mean to
maybe
sorry

my past self
looks back
at the orbs
I've shelved
he remarks
that of all the ways
I could've
disappeared
he didn't think
I would do it
brazenly

an unpigmented sun
blasting into
the Stygian stable
of the dark horse
called expectation
makes his way
delicately
stepping into old feet
nursing the
ails of
growing up
grey

quit
leave
abandon
your job
your uni
your family
follow me, feral child
into the wilder paces
a life unbuttoned
deedless
into a place where
rest is not
a rationed substance
sleep under the willow tree
with half-lidded precarity
until a sheet of wool-tipped leaves
dress you in slow
beguiling
serenity

Often mistaken
As a neighbour
To the roofed cliffage
Of a thousand speckled
Imaginings

There is no beauty
In the dark friends
That rip and thunder
In our shared
Night sky

Despite all our efforts
We are trapped
By the spectacle
Of sadness
In denial

dear intractable self,
do forgive me
for all the times
i spent your love
without chasing
consent

dear faultless self,
do forgive me
for all the pillars
i built
sightless
and infinite

dear moving self,
i forgive you
for when
you ran away
and left me
with my
dearest emotions