DEATH OF A TIME

In love
Out of easy escape exits

Time, a seeming soundless abyss
No deeper than a dream
In infinite weakness
In
Inside

A theoretical cell
An empty space with passion-laden concrete walls
Windows imagined
Eternal familiar breath halted

Paranoia run amiss
Departure
A walk away from the spirit’s center
To the fringe

Considered feelings
All but lost
Unwon outside

Out of devotion
Hope that love will then expire

Terminus tempo

3/14/07