Suddenly the leaves are chancre
and the stillness is cold.
The Sun's emptiness
flickers the last moon flower,
the poet along the populace
runs from the last soft victory.

Those remembered doubts
which night trysts dissolve.
Those careful steps ascending
towards bodied joy
Come abide with me.
Silhouette Maple tree
hither my Wile.

Those nagging doubts
dissolves night's gown.
More careful than misplaced steps,
cajoles
the pressing concern
Come hither with me.
For your silhouetted laughter
flights from loves concourse

Those raging doubts
Have left me
I had to choose
Between you
and the clear blue light.
That night gown you apologetically wore
is abject in happen-stance.

Shrouding the matter further
Loves discourse blighted
Where hearts resolved to meet.
Metaphysical garden,
overwrought thoughts revealingly

Chi you seemed to utter,
your nostrils fleering
sitting askance, appraised and any moniker?
I feel the world fading through your eyes,
a typhoid fruit you eat a hour ago
maybe even oyster?
windows variegated, peering out
you moved devoid of autonomy.
hopefully next stop Streatham Hill.