and the skies with sudden encore come
filled with words not worked
orchastrating a full complement
of treacherous ambition
and will an exploration
of competeing claim of unsundry wills
and such as is gives men a will to transform themselves
to give a cause to anciet or recent voice
a permissible presentation of possibilities
in battle and brawl with a blunt rhetorical and physical disorder
which does emphasize such dramas
with stark, violent and repressive potential
all tantilized with the prospect of wealth in the ground
make a contention with vicious energies
of hate and ambition that propels
an intence and exhausting experience
upon a once civil-world to spiral
vertiginously toward an ancient choas
enacting old stories with the oppresiveweight of the past
now monstrous individualism
whose hideously fragile bonds to peace
no longer exeert their hold
and thus divorse themselves
with an individual rapaciousness
annihilating lives with a curiousley
derivative quality for a store of gas and oil
and disinherite themselves from moral constriant
evoking the soliloquy of historical hypocrisy
with a mutilation of truth
in a tragedy of lament for all human kind
then sudden uncalled for encore fills the skies

artificial feelings overflow;
flooding the relationship I've held closely,
for so long that I don't know how it would feel without it.

artificial words overflow;
out of my mouth and between my lips,
all of them out of an already engrained habit.

"i promise",
promises that i never plan to keep.
describing feelings that i lack the ability to feel.

instead stealing;
using the words of friends,
the ones they've whispered to me about being in love.

or creating;
stringing already claimed lyrics and quotes together,
orchastrating a symphony of the feelings that i claim to feel myself.

becoming a romantic;
and yet somehow managing not to give it all up,
to fall in love the way that i describe as i stare into his eyes.

lying knowingly;
and somehow not knowing,
that this whole time it has been for company.

He; my companion.
Myself; his dearest love.