part iii;
of eternal fractions that lay
between me and you
.. i seal all channels to my outside,
tangled world
that keeps me awake
glorify yet another failed attempt to rest..
can sleep, please, permanently
find me?
reach right past this guilt
calling me
one insomniac..
i never meant to make all
meaning..
disappear...
.. i seize gravely your every last word,
lingering sound
flooding this room
relive the open wounds of your very last deed..
can i finally give more than halfsteps
to throw you and them away?
convince whatever medullary to
boldly raze
those forged memories..
i swear..
i never meant to betray
the unsullied works
of my own beating heart...
c. January, 2001
the green cargo note pad
onboard USS Bonhomme Richard
Aft Main Machinery Room
underway, Pacific Ocean
curated at TBNH, Sunset5
