Enough spirit at

The center of solitude-

Bearing on the eye,

This is not love.

It is faltering-

The faltering of the

Earth's re-birth-

It mimics itself...

The sun mimics childhood play-

It mimics life as it had been

Before we first saw

The harshness of day.

Parody- parody of creation-

Articulation of the terror of

Morning-

It's not enough for all to shine.

It is not enough that

The sky radiates

Gloriously through

The canopies of creeks.

It is not enough that

Two lovers hold hands

And devour each other

With a gaze.

This scene has been immolated

With obsidian eyes-

The chirping of birds mutilated

Into murmuring cries

Of abandonment, suffocation,

And disregard:

Spring cut open, emaciated,

And brutally scarred.