On The Shallows

I can no longer feel the world Except in bits and stabs of pain And rote acquired sympathy That’s true enough-ish, in the main, And yet, I reach for something else, In tireless affinity — A human in non-being who Remains in your Vicinity

The Life That I Remember

The life that I remember Is like a falling star, So brief, and so ephemeral, And only viewed afar — The life that I remember Had meaning, I recall — But flashed so short, it seems Like it was never there At all