They all fall
Upon me
In my reverie I am astounded
At the blasphemy, the inundation
Of a round world gone flat
At how royal the tone of the scene may be set before the play is rehearsed
I don’t normally speak so linearly, but
At the pinnacle of the schism, we sit
And to be on or out of beyond-the-beyond
In windy romance
Sets me free
There are ways to see
There are ways to remember
I still do not know how long
It will take me to go soft
They expect kindness
I am gruff
How is this contradictory?
So it is perception and image clawing at me again
I idle so long
I forget where I am
From time to time
The romance does spark
Indolent fleeting memories
I stymy my wishes for a grander tomorrow
By sitting on this chair
Here now
Some wander lost
Others lose wonder
It is a bit off the remainder to think that I might not survive
Simple and iridescent naturae come take me
Find me and fuck me
I want to remember, too
