Killing time
Find the heart
That consumes all dreams
Do not distract
A formal denial
To succeed
The inheritance of Earth
Will to recant mastery
Return to beauty
Of self
Throw a veil of chicory
Porous for thy light
For abysses dug in shadow
The pits are black
In the absence of belief
Alienated
Enclosed by sweet flesh of fruit
Consume the dream
Or let it rot into Earth
It’s already plucked from the tree
The theater of humans
Gazing (descent / dissent)