And you chose not to
or are you
concerned that
you spent
too much time
considering?
believing
yourself
lost to the science
that you
read about and only
rarely
experiment with?
The huge fault here is yours
and not the
monstrous black eye’d
remember,
like lightning in a funeral
casket,
forever buried under distant
distress –
are you running? running
for your
health? Or are you running
for your
life, being lived as escape?
Skull clinking clattering, or the barge
has been
well sent off well and, for that we
belong to
those still lost at sea, glimpsing with
eyes burdened
with burnt plunges, sinking deep
in the
swimming pools of your distant eyes,
those eyes
still telling stories like the children
who always
go to, and stay, in the deep end.
