Cringing in blackness –
Greed of the seed
I don’t want to enchant
These things that I need.

Forsaken souls parted,
Drifting afloat
Aloft of the carcass
Missing the boat.

What if our vision
Is only a ruse?
A giant game started
Only to bruise?

Happenchance meetings
Run wholly amuck,
Heart strings strewn all around
And I’m stuck.

A piece of me here,
A piece of me there,
A piece of me drifting
Away to the lair…

Located down,
And deeper down still,
Launching through waterfalls,
Leaping to spill.

I cannot be here
Any more than I
Can keep this work started
And here by my side.