square one

the futility of every word apparent
i consider hieroglyphs
and smoke signals
but there is a lack of stone to cut
and the wind is picking up
letters sit unopened
rather the memory
rather the embers left
.
they cut down my tree
informed by a pretender
i will have no queen
.
the futility of every word apparent
i bless my failing sight
the pleasant blur
i simply take my glasses off
and the devil goes away
with them i see him
in every corner
in every detail lost
.
there may be a day
where stars are all within reach
and we are grown up
.
the futility of every word apparent
i retire to my strengths
and some bourbon
monday night and i had no plan
to actually drink this evening
other considerations
without any aegis
without this