you wasted me without even trying…

Woodpecker on dead sunflowers

What do you want from me?
your runes pile sits quietly
I am lost in Hieroglyphics
your painting will be in oil
it will be done by my hand
my mind pressed to the ends
of this solar system
what are you telling me?
you like the very edge don’t you?
sure, I can draw all sorts of conclusions
none of them ever right because
just when I have you figured out
you change into another character
one I don’t recognize as you plan
still my heart knows a bottomless ache
which will only be remedied
by a stillness that has no breath
you don’t realize it
but you wasted me without even trying…
(Copyright 04-02-14)

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