when finally i am beset in fest,
the laughter is lauded, but in distant catacombs
sequestered within the midnight and ember glow
so, specter we float as if through angelical whispers

when finally everything and nothing become the same
i am sanguine.
hills like white elephants, curtain the sky grown turbid and gray.
then i am everything and nothing at all.
remembering how past and present are twisted sisters.
then i am everything and nothing at all.

for the sake of monotony,
bore me a litany of words wasted to ash in my mouth, a supine palm coaxing medicinal sparrows, all lain aplomb on the tracks.
when i am beset in fest.