oh sweetness, sweet substance
i, ensconced upon the idle afternoon
>stretched out in the sun
whilst warding off madness allthesame
(as sun shines listlessly on the messy nothing of my gone emotions)
in the mist, midst of it all
i still cannot help but ask where we are
i desire solitude
yet know not what it rests on
--inexplicable yearning for the moment,
unfathomable wild scribbling
a debilitating twilight
swimming in amniotic stasis still
wriggling loose the noose
a noisy goodbye to eros.
where have we gone.