in futility i've got lots of friends,
in grandeur i have none;
in frustration i find lovers,
but ecstasy? they're gone.
in grief i find companionships,
agony? no caress;
when rupturing i have no nets,
when raptured no one's home.
Just lost adrift an endless storm
with fireworks launched at me
i fall forever, all amazed
their's all that power, wasted! dazed!
still trying to comfort me.
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