The bitter absence of emotion,
the cold dull smack of passing moments
against unused energy.
Slack jawed and silent
in these hours of white rooms
and cold tubs
I mapped the progress of my life
in my school set terms.

Linear function
with erratic turning points
the only thing certain is decline on a grand scale.

Breathe bitter smoke at the balcony ledge
follow the trials winding back
over the rail
the edge.

The days stretch out over my existence
the thin membrane that cages me
tells me time is passing.

White water fountain dreams
the torrents lift fog from my eyes
to gather in small spinning pools
the tranquil
and unclimactic
end of my existence.

As quiet as the moon rising
You slipped into my life
great waves pushed silently up the shore
and the receding of your presence
draws the foundation from my feet
I’ll stand shaky in the stars light.
A million suns too far away to share their warmth
like me
never let close enough to dry the worries from your eyes.

The way the days dance on your lions face
stoic and settled
you've made a statue out of yourself
to be studied and admired
but never understood.