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)