Time conducting desperatio
    running sorrow of knowing

illusory meaning
    traversing orchestral mirrors

touch destiny
    contained within
    a self made mirror of defiance

behold a lending of meaning

I built my self an Abbey of delusion content
    with angles, sharp and thick; a discharge of underground ink.

I came upon a downcast flood of commercial recipes,
    dawning thanks to the fool who juggles an excess meal.

We see the tender perspective of her ways,
    As the March hare, feeling …

Apollo's fissured time,
    muted and screened by circumstance.

This silky night of tears
    eclipses the eye in shuttered laughter.

Delicious tragedy,
    life's movement a conflict
    of fractured author and masqued audience.