A Slice of My Cold Heart

Standing

Sitting now

Sleeping

Frozen in an Epoch

Trying to forget

And move on

Not getting anything done

Visiting ancient avenues

Familiar

Used up verse

I remain under the influence

Of a curse

Only partly of my own casting

This is a prayer

I have said at other times

Unevenly spaced intervals

At varied decibels

Shouting back to earth

From my continuing living hell

The nefarious depths in which I dwell

Lorded over by the image

Of my invisible Goddess

Whose favors I seek still

Through attempted communiqués

Sent through the metaphysical essence

Surrounding us all

But enveloping she and I

As we fly

In our separate directions

Defying both gravity

And our own predictions

Remaking our love from truth

To mindless, entertaining fiction

Souls suffering removal

From the essential plane

Losing one another’s awe

Building vast tracts of sand

On which only Death can stand

As he sifts through the rubble

We left for him and his troubles

The final act of charity

Contemplated and enacted by I and she