the obsolescence of life vests me redundant
an imagination stifled under an overbearing burden of complacence
sets a placid forbearing

time hidden away in corners, slipping silently
drains us lethally

a candied vision vespers the mind
the taste of the ruminative hidden in falsetto glory

where upon shall i lie ?
ambiguity festers fear

weapons of loki
friends of laze

wake my dear sir
you await your own coming ....