delving sideways along a desk of maimed nature
through notes of crushed-stabbed papers scrawled
with arcane, ill-thought, ill-felt runic ramblings
damning some and soul-saving others
making exceptions without feeling-thinking
who goes ahead and who is left behind
to bleed-black on volcanic dead-rock.
Let all these scattered memories burn
beneath the force of what I used to be.
Before long, it’ll all be forgotten
and i’ll step out and face the bright new day
with all the feelings I used to have.
Let all these broken buildings fall away
like leaves within the passage of time.
As it ticks, i’ll stand beneath the downfall
of rubble, and nature, and I will watch
a world I used to know go up in smoke.