You want that I reveal the fight Besides the jerks, the grunt, the bite You want to unravel the place I go The prelude to loss, where the heartbeat slows.
They sleep together, yet so alone Two figures on the bed, He reaches out, and so to touch His touch is not the same, Time altered touch, His taste, his touch Time altered All to dust,
Free, but rarely registering, The land, the sky the sea, My world’s within; a maelstrom of misery. Replicated deep within each cell Redundant thought, contemplative hell