In a state of suspended habitation- weightless.
The gravity of youthful expectations lifted
Swallowed glimpses of greatness and grandeur
This is it...I am already here.
Smooth illusory cohesion of being
Empty vortices of mild appetites & languid compulsions
Yet, while these puppeteers softly saunter me through it all, and nothing
Blue moons illuminate a reality of paralysis
Perched on the surface-
A vast cool reservoir of sorrow & despair
     Serene in its dormancy,
          Terrifying in its potential.

Carefully crafted or reflexively cast
An exhibition of nonchalance,
He retreats
An unapologetic unbecoming,
The rooted waver in his wake.
Arid dust plumes as cliffs cleave and crumble
An avalanche of treachery,
A sandstorm of his consequence
The air thick with echoes of this final opus
Arrest his casual scream
The unseen bedevils fiercely and hovers victoriously,    
    A muted death knell, he weeps.