144.

The entire world
passes in solitary
blinks. Always lonely.

143.

The perpetual
fool, running away as if
worth chase's effort.

142.

Even as you spoke
I watched your body go all
quiet. Bodies tell.

141.

How the shuddering
grief of a history fades
even while being.

140.

Sometimes I feel like
I can taste the tragedies
of all people's lives.

139.

These monoliths of
desolation. Sideshows made
anachronistic.

138.

You spread yourself out
across the bed, legs bent on
sweaty sheets in a

pose of sacrifice
and all I can wonder is
just how many have

passed beneath the arch
of your passion's extended
offer before me.