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cast into silence
i fall into the gravity well

cotton cloud walk with Morpheus and contemplate
                                                idly
                                                     Thanatos
but suicide is a passing, transient opium
nicotine for the soul
once tried forever a dangerous temptation

my heart oozes pus
i love the brink of all i hate

my stomach churns with the month old milk of humankindlessness
i vomit self-pity

praxis

do the washing up
walk to the park
swim my 2 kilometers

yet i feel paralysed
an act of will
submit
i need to be the Daidalos of hope