at the lip of a pool, i suspend time to forage through the reveries of lost love and like thunder i roll over tragedies and dull days,,,i wrinkle my eyes at a stone sun and embark renewed at a crossroads tethered to an iron halo. i drink more now. my Bourbon soliloquies banter like a bantam **** at all Dawns. but the irony is bracing and the ice is breaking a vow of iceness… now a conflagration where a glacier burns like a sun and marvels at how tepid Hell. i loved too much. and that was not enough. and you can tell. so now i gaze at the impossible with a child’s eye and a poet’s dark. i sleep with myself in my chambers of unseemly devotion. i love everything and nothing. and i yearn to yearn without yearning all the while.