Long walks through the morning frost

Sit heavy in my stomach

As time marches me away

From the safety of solitude  

–

Another week turns

In the pitch-black stillness

As I wait to be inhaled

By the oblivion I’ve designed

–

 To live a life filled with greeting

And grieving and groveling,  

Looming larger and larger  

Until the bittersweet collapse   

–

How long can I

Bear the weight of old screams?

Hauling them along  

The pale arteries of town