wish

it is not to say that the absence is the endall of life

it requires the negation to balance the positive so that we can grow into
almost succed
the dismal apparition we conjured in the brevity and lack of a higher muse
or cause
we find in the lakes and rivers a more solid and dense reality or at least i do

my solitude makes way not to be

it is never the words that i write down that i cherish
but the ones i dont
the ones escaping the ink and paper
i do not condemn you to a prison of thought and form
the slavery of syntax and diction

your metered life will not caught on this plane of shadows and glosses.
to say that this is just a fortress or a moonlight
is to admit the forfeit we have judged
and disseminated

i saw five apples tonight
two were eaten and three brought home
but the constellations dont forgive and neither do i