Monday, June 17, 2019

Heir of Nothing In Particular

In the quiet stillness delusion implodes
into its lonely vacuum
gasping for some molecule of proof
before all dissipates
and leaves only insanity.

As reality's ultimatum winds down 
On misplaced ethereal attachment
The light of the Summer Solstice burns
Shades and shadows of intercepted dreams.

Random conveyed quantum moments,
Entangled my rationality with implausible potential,
Seduced sensibility with clever coincidence,
Little spirit scouts sparkling in the darkness.

Not for me. 
Caught in the fusillade of another's battles,
Another's searchlights.
It was nice for a time.