ViableWe are but lone stars, in this
viable diable night. Like moths,
away & far- to see no livable
viable sight. But of shadows &
mice, grovelling beneath.
The gods sip tea, as the fallen
rocks drift out to sea. My fate is
lockdown & I can only wait, to be
struck off your heaven's list.
No, I am heartly broken.
cuRRent...jer