about a cause with remote effect
you will have a soul connected to the body.
Near the end of the home lies the river of fire.
Time to bid goodbye to blind walls
and enter the arena of lashings.
It was difficult to unremember.
The mind rambled
and you were chewing the kiss of death.
Time traveled in circle,
dealing with fear.
I waited for the space,
to widen between us to breathe forgiveness.
Nothing stirs the waves
The water reflects the elegy,
a poem for the trapped one.
Nostalgia for the brood, the age gives way.
Half aloud the evening settles under the covers.
Brute claws kill the span.