Living this thing,
you can't turn it off,
you can't
in disintegrating waves of patience;
the fiction fix.
Upended plans come apart
in loveless dust,
could they last another time
if they called
on you.
Again, again, again
subversion and undoing
bring to ruin those
least likely versions
and their frailty.
Solo in disrepair;
noiselessness fallen
to pieces...
can you last, can you last,
can you last?
Another time, another time;
will it ever find you
in the absence of light,
its duration is darkest
in the hush.
About the Creator
Dennis James
Here is a far less than stellar assemblage of random, distracted, tormented, abstract Outlaw Poetry from some invisible old inkwell hidden in some dusty basement somewhere in a parallel universe....#OutlawInCharge
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