And realize

I'm staring into a middle distance
Dumbfounded
As that absence of emotion recedes
Tide washed over with so much gore.
The strain of those days wore on me
That clumsy, obdurate skin
Forces retention of my body and spirit.
I was a knight - caught in the motions of a pawn.
And to awake
To awake and realize:
The dreams in which sleepers lie, are lies when the dreams die.

Me, incomplete. - unfinished

Morning will come when I'm not ready.
It has this way of sneaking up -
And when I'm not ready
Is precisely
The right time. The right time for the wrong moment. Oh, menagerie. Oh, pox of fervency. Fever of passivity.
But my Tuesdays are longer than my Mondays now - serendipity.
And that "is".
and "is" is good in this moment.

Ovum - unfinished

Grass grows over the grave -
The as the long line ends,
Others begin.
This is why spring fights for bud and blossom
Blood and bosom
And your earth cracks and splinters
Shoots fighting for light
under the pavement.