Pride, purpose, place
passed, perished, past;
Bereft, bereaved
of belonging;
Reason's remnants
ruined, rudderless;
Life-weary, lost,
lonely, loveless.
Freedom found from
fraught freakishness:
Soft, somnolent
silent slumber.

"It's not you, it's me."



Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chronos, in the year 960 AF.