#notesfrommyiphone

I remain

A cicada safely preserved in ember,

Trapped.

in a cocoon of idleness

and self- preserving wit.

My wings, they wither

against the all encompassing storms

From below, people watch___

wonder how it all plays out_____when it’s

Strength, drawn from my own fragility that

carries me on______

How can I go on when I have seen my own mortality?

Seen how it all

plays out.

When in the end, death

the jealous, spiteful lover

grinds us all to dust?

And there’s a storm before the sea of unconsciousness of days that are yet to come.

Blinded by the great fog and grey skies

Lucy, in the skies with dumb luck, nonchalance

Blinded by her own light? She, who

chokes upon the sea of holy scrolls

as mustard gas sets in.

The world is ending and I have not yet lived

I shall never see the sun rise from the top of Mount Kilimanjaro,

Or the shores on which lies pirate's cove.

And I shall live vivaciously through Rimbaud

And those who follow suit,

The heroes of the weary, the hedonists delight

And I shall remain forever in my isolation

A vagabond, enslaved

beneath the walls and shackles that I alone have built.