so easily
disavowed
disemboweled
by self evident
half truths
kindleddwindled
rekindledspindled
thenleftinahaze

i have become
so lost
i am convinced
i am exactly
where i was
supposed to be
in a dream
a sparrow had
for me

confounded by
insidious illness
draped in drugs
while raging alone
inthehollowedoutcorpse
ofthebeautifulestofintentions
leftsallowshallowand
quitemorose

my soulshatter dementias
best illustrated in
a paper mache recreation
of the abandoned food court
mouldering at the heart of
her withered condemnation