oblivion

such a savior he was

that i did not even know

that i needed saving.

that he did not know he was

saving me

Before

as though i had had a lobotomy

any lover that i'd once manically adored

with flesh and conscience

became inconsequential

and no more

a sly trick of my boundless imaginings

as ever real.

a trek tireless

For if one were to cease

if one were to evaporate

to fold

to ashen

to loose one's grip

one would fall from the grace of one's grace.

one would wilt, perish

and

de

com

pose
and putrify

into the nothingness of one's non-existance

as though one never was

and therefore

unwarranted, ludicrous and excessive even in concept(ion)

One awakes

reluctantly

this most miserable pointless morrow

exclusively

for the sake

of one's own sake

hot air

if thee

thyself detest

well,