What are we when…?
Smiles are fallen in grass, irretrievable
Moments of happiness forever swallowed
By a world smaller than imagining, herds
Of insects and a universe of microbes
Keep our frozen mirth now morbid kin.
The gaudy baubles are all fallen
For the evening, merriment made
Without considering end or beginning,
A whirlwind settled, the debris down
In this time, when we question all.
They are not with me in my loneliness
Nor can they be, nor I with them;
The majesty of oak trees know more
Than most others can draw upon
Of this state, disassociative mind.
Truths of one do not hold for every
Spirit facing such turns, blank
Moments mirror the grandeur reflective
Of secrets kept, buried, leaking vitriol
Into the wished for clear air, acrid
Ozone burn scents upwards wafting…