let us be contained
in our squared circles.

and join the many
forgotten things.

let us revel in the
flight of misfit dust
and partake in the soiree
of dancing alone.
let us only hear the words
that gnash through the teeth
of oblivion's gaping mouth
and like a hollow jar,
let us be only that - flowerless,
waterless, aware of space
and weary of forgotten capacities.
let us startle them
if they find us in unsettling sleep
and in their somnolence
we will saunter the avenues
of indecipherable finitude
  and not shrink
at its accompanying terror.