The Intake

1 Dark gray rejection, mine by choice Warmth - snug manifestation, secure Eager & calm fibers An extension of solar promise That unending cycle of waste, of power Shed upon occupied, singular divisions of propriety While it is preferred to stand, lock-jointed Back aching, premature calcifying stardust The eyes strain against light, nay - Stereoscopic windows drawn with coarseness An age, an eternity, constant compromise division squared upon itself until the intake that, oh that... It can signal only a bastard hope of compulsions, solved. Unremarkable, this is a forever companion One that outlasts firm thought & script Pushing, pulling, aggravating and clean It drips, drips, tension breaking Far from reaching, and perhaps robotic Take apart the process, photograph the tear You'll find nothing but aberration because of... I hate to say it - The preferred simplistic joy of gravity, offset. 2 --- The morning sun, left eye bracingly closed The right, remnant dust From a storm she could only observe on high Measure time however you want, but the sky was cornflower again and the clouds, so white, rested bas relief finality Now and again, You looked at your hands through borrowed clarity and bargained for another forty-seven (again, measure) I have made that bargain in other currencies. Keep your fine lines. Keep the intake. I did not come here for compliance The lenses provoked me pretended, literary, or otherwise. I came to be warmed By whatever the sun still owes me.