internal infernal

to her all

is still external

the receding moon

the porous journal

of dead man rolling

in the after-shadows

the echo of has been

cluttering fluttering

is all she wants

clawing at November’s down

mincing all meaning

threading tutorials

waiting

for the first snow

grievously gruelingly   

I demand her heart

in exchange

all was quietly cruel

the night’s dark threat

went ambiguously bad 

the madness of consciousness

the futility of understanding

the call of weary whys

in the dying of the I

leaves a brisk formality

a love to die for