Confession

I feel as though I calculateAnd never make a single calculationI measure out the permanence that wasn’t really permanentIn values organized in permutations I set a set of sliding scalesAgainst the metaphors of old deceptionI find in the dividing there are only larger dividendsTo quantify the meaning of exception I feel like I’m conspiringBut neverContinue reading “Confession”

Reserve

Perhaps I hadn’t rushed enoughTo see her ‘neath the blush of usWhere life delivered, roughly thus,The blurring light of metaphorsOf candles so abruptly snuffed So with a turn of tracer viewsDid night, when slipping, grace her viewsWhere mine was naught but waste and bruiseTo see the path we’ve settled forWith visage false and face bemusedContinue reading “Reserve”