what has gone stands here
still, and too our withered air
when we have flown

autumn quietly
slips between the sheets, soughing
our ruminant thoughts

fat baby porker
defiled snout raking the dirt
fattened for the kill

waters are rising
cresting our overwrought necks
straining for succour

before fools set in
let nectar run from your chin
and banish regret

out of the first fire
unplanned convergences breed
we are stochastic

undefinable
me undefinable you
as tide driven sand

no matter the sun
a shadow will fall which must
be kept close at heart

dark tendrils wormed in
lauded, their fetid breath drowns
rays of civil light

‘I’m happy’ she said
eyes musing her meagre life
‘we’re here with the stars’