when

is

the

story

cold

when is breath 

wasted

when

does the attention wane

a mesmerized look

                     gives way to the struggle  the oblivion of sleep

when is the story cold

breath wasted

when does the imagination hiccup

its blue chain of pages soften

                                its glue coming undone

when is the story cold

when is the breath wasted

when does seeing prefer blinded

senseless midnight to hazy twilight

when is the story cold

when is breath wasted

when are the cobwebs too thick

the hand and mind repulsed by the matte of the hidden

when flint and steel fails at fire

when inertia betters centrifugal force

when the story is cold

lies pervade

contempt is persuasive

haughty laughter brays corrosively

when breath is wasted

its harmony hamstrung

its chorus humiliated and disbanded

warned away with black fist threats

when the story and breath end and memory surly erodes

when the thigh is slapped and a slapped temple evoke only empty white light

then go to your empty grave

and
fill
it

caustic 1700,  Thursday,  8  9. 11

and nearly finished 2334,  Saturday,  28  4. 12