I gasped
and was
a child

so it is a lost
saddened
reality

who made it?

I was breathlessly
spellbound

the name of it
is there
but the maker
is long dead

to be drunk

awake

with the uninhabited
world below my knees

the eager moon
hungry for my course
I designate the sadness
at the street

death
the watch has said
death

tea
is in my mouth
morbid

florid pain

I’m watching
and nothing

effortlessly
febrile

useless personality
I am nothing more

silver meaning
rotten sound

kill me sage
here