Of Tacit Madness and Inventories of Pain

Lips smile into the light
Once sunshine

Could not forgive you what you have done
Without even trying

Time heals everything
I wonder

Does this extend to the fish who forgot?
Or the fools that feed off fairytales and flat clocks?

Mindscape of comparative assertions
Mine and Mine

This moving on
That Retreat

Back and forth
And back again.

To
Poems of pathetic
Wretched shame

To
Tacit Madness
And inventories of pain

To
You
My chosen asylum

Time and again.