Depassionata
Minus all bliss of torrential abyss,
Abodeless shadow shapeless passioning
Shifts--the transferrable ecstacy of
love,
Being the antidote apogee of all
Disgust of fear of life's complexities;
All then lost in sickening
solemn swirl
Of vertigo vortex
of spinning clocks
And accursed clicks
of old inklings locked
Away in minds left behind the next fray
To die torn, reborn
another dark day.
