December 2018

My hubris. Your egress. Echoes of
the pride before the slip.
As the world fell around our
walls. Brick by baleful brick.
The contention of our world
so nihilistic – bent on consumption.
As I was digested whole.
Love – a relic we stow in boxes
both secular and modular.
Us – a vintage coupling with
the intention of something better.

12/2/18