a litigious intrusion
a vertiginous pace
an accident of life, combined
natural forms
was it really the wagon wheel and wet laundry that led him
to write of atomism?
just one last dance, virtuous soul
your eyes went shooting through my heart
to wake my dormant thought
look now, i’m desperate and distraught
with love that tears my life apart
[lucretius, 99-55 BC]
just one last dance in the sun’s beams (putrid head!)
just an exchange of invisible blows (infinite dread!)
and a virtuous soul
my desire to return careens
a man and his flawless love ruled over it all
signals of life
fortified eyes
i’ll follow strides
and rewrite time
just one last dance exchange
virtuous soul, return
cracked horizon
sight into the darkest rings
myopic, no logic
profound loss
hard tissues degrading throughout these fragile shards
ocular moves no longer respond
complete putrefaction
panacea, burst with poison
i just cannot detach
i am destined to be killed
stretching to death may just be my druthers
next to this frivolous girl of gold