Whenever and in whomever I die
There remains a trail as impermeable
As blood spewing from a wounded mouth
A film heedless in its application
But indelible against the clock’s
There will be nothing left to fill me
Should your carnal absence
Deprive my sole occupation
All I have ever wanted
Can be surmised by the company kept
When there is no one around to witness.
In the dark I am always and never
God and monster, nightmare and aurora
A contradiction same as everyone else.
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I have been having a hard time writing lately, as a result of overwhelming stress I think I have switched off or tuned out emotionally for the moment. Did I mention our car broke down again from another problem? We have no choice now but to buy another.