Oh, in the dark of morn I promised you.
For he who claimed cafard can not foresee.
With escape, time stopped
and all is now one.
Man, lost and found, in full
command, control, constraint.
(But comes fatigue, and we forget what was our vow.)
You said that we are mad, yet still sane–
the perfect place to love, I supposed.
For integrity died by day’s end
For the lights I see now turn maroon-
the growing violation of my creed.
I like it when you
I’ve never been a friend to Change.
Reconcile, retrieve, restore, resurge, and to
resurrect dead Love.
Its worth is recognizably
Why even question
when(you know)its foes
are sounded once more?
I am now pure and cleansed of my soul
and so unlike myself–
nothing but a patient in this
I see the plastic red and yellow; they now appear too bright.
Purpose incentives pain and through my broken
surrender, by nature’s last
never subject to the loud
nature I once possessed.
Heart flowing out;
blood of red
The deafening white peace seems dead.
nightmare, now starts from the opening