Splitting

The sky is adorned in beautiful procession
The bold colours of its passing
Are expansively unfolding
Like the overwhelming silence of alone
Mighty domains
Glistening in realms above
Like mountains in clouds
Like thunder days

Having the urbanism of winding abodes
That pass as wrecks beneath
On sunken coral beds
Of dull attention
Well,
In those mediocre homes several billion hearts
All beat
And minds all of a different type
Whose meaning cannot be deduced from definitions
Are oblivious to my suffering

Lying with despair
On which I place my tears
I find
Confusion out of unity breeds sleep

Today the nextmost day
Is worse
It blindly exhorts that desperation
Gut wrenched hot and sick
The angst at length it passes
So do roses
Slowly turned to dust

It would be tempting to capture emotion
And resist a passionate winning
By stuffing it
In a box with old locks and letters passed

Until our numbered strife is long deceased