in aporia
i feel wrong
i feel deadly wrong
was it my flaw
the day you died
i couldnt fake it
on a leaf
its only human
my human alone
gone wrong somewhere
how could i carry
part of a song
even for us
how can i carry
any part
when i dont know your part at all
when however far i look into the future
i see more the garbled tangle
of our past
and in the past
my disbelief
grief-black
how far i look
for strangled words
in selfishness of absence
what seems impossible
you make look easy
you do unimaginably well
for the people watching
and what they say
when i fail
a mouse in a trap
a graveyard worm
crazy i heard
i take advantage
as i perform
your death
i violate it
un-making
the heartache
i minimize you
i lose you like
your text
i speak from an empty place
a world of pressure
i well refuse
the way is cruel
and i cant tell
the trial from the abyss
how can i love you
how can i write this
without hating you for it
how could you put me through this
without hating me
yourself
how could love make me
voice the pain
of its own loss
i would just guess
but then you make me
do it sober
the fire lost is
i didnt rub
your ankles
the fire lost is
your questions
i choke
the fire lost
is everything
that fire doesnt fix
the fire lost
the body silent
involuntary