When did I become so foolish and fall into the despicable trap of love?
I wander now, angry,
But still haunted by the ghost of lust and loathe.
I can see it sometimes wander into my room and stare at me as I sleep.
It's fore long glare exhumes ignorance and sabotage.
It analyzes me, selling false narratives for the cheap price of $5.
I wonder you know, how you feel, how you sleep?
I sometimes wander the prairies of dreams in search of that oh so delicate ring, that I will never find.
They call me Sisyphus now, my absurd attempts squandered as the boulder I am so
Determined to push, tumbles down
The hill and into the abyss.
I had faith, but now in the frigid darkness of a cold winter storm,
I feel alone.
Marooned upon an island and eaten piece by piece by piece.
Slow roasted like a pig.

You are my flower, that bursts from the seams of reality and tells me that their is true beauty in this world.
My one.
You are the cool breeze on my neck in the deluge of a summers day.
You are the warmth that brings life back to me.
You are my green light at the end of the dock,
Childhood to my Holden, fate to my Oedipus.
You are love that will pull me out of the inferno and carry me to the banks of a river.
You are my essence.

(The permafrost will thaw.)