the nightclouds roll in

only sorrow opens her arms
to sweep me unto her shallow embrace
i sway incorporeal
the shadow of willow branches
dancing beneath
the pregnant moon
engorged on stolen light
spinning gently
topsy turvy in polar decline
and my thoughts form
a latticework of lace to smother
wispy dream weevils
scurrying frantic anxious
the first snowflake
drunkenly tumbling
ever down ever down ever down

i yearn to vanish
leaving nothing behind
except the discarded manacles
that chained me
to this flawed mortal coil
a legacy of unfulfilled need
in a sprawling effigy
to careless disregard
hummed softly while
wasting a miserable life
panning for happiness
in a slurry of volcanic ash


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