How love fasts

How love fasts until those who supersedes

their grandchildren's dependency can lure

spoon fed loop that encasing of

those who can foresee the ancient math

of generations of pastiche that cold thin layer that delayed skin

of wrinkled oxygen of childhood

reinstated incapacity of pale resistance

of the left-overs that spill across the varnish

tearless and emptied half-breath of

lawless conscription?

How but cornea burning stare

can bestow any great power

or mystery in our restoration age

incomplete the truths that only those

revengeful margins that ungrateful rake of humiliation

that connivance with the unapologetic emergence

of clogged-up stigma

can leave us as cadavers of each other

launched against the loyal without filter or falter

that laundered beginnings

where eternity maybe overexposure

in the 'now' free of the idle repetition

that secretes inevitability

Forever is not a self-limitation or a discipline but a flaw

that demands us the world inside us to

tell us about the world outside

A call for shabby alarms to screech begins with a bullet

aimed at blame but finds its bullet upon the innocent

If guilt is a let-off from responsibility

must freedom be found beyond the ground where we deposit

desperate merit whose lies collect

the rigid decay?

Or do we seep into restless clay

and remain in the shame of absence of communicative

fear of being truthful

that perjured crime that subterranean shadow

whilst buried flowers

scrape we claw and struggle

to grow roots above but never beneath?