Red house

Couldn't swim without the floaters

Read or write without the boarders

Walk or move without the orders.

Canes and ambulances passed

Walking, talking: couldn't last. 

Been too free to meditate.

Been too poor to medicate

Actions that would come too late. 

Left too soon.

Could not wait.

Final Ouroboros

Forget!

So-called "Ouroboros"

This whisper in the wind.

Forget! It's name and faculties.

Forget! That it has been. 

It's might: A gust of nothingness.

It's mind: A hollow shell.

It's lair: A tomb of emptiness 

In which only absence dwells.

Neglect this false "Ouroboros"

So vague and absentee.

Whose presence is imagined

and whose vastness we can't see.

Yes, forget!

This worm,

This mystery.  

Forget it's wretched tale.

For as the dusk becomes the dawn.

 So too can truth prevail. 

 

Stormy

A torrent of maybes 

in an ocean of what-ifs. 

A tempest, a flurry,

a whirlwind of hopes, 

of dreams, of aspirations. 

Undermined by doubt. 

Circle

You draw a circle

It shrinks

It splits

It multiplies 

You draw another circle

It splits

It shrinks

It multiplies

You draw a line

Absence

It is in the void

where all dread resides.

Photographs

..and there we are. 

There will we be. 

Reduced to photographs.

Goodbye

It is by the weight of goodbyes that we measure the sorrows of wanting.