THE VANISHING

The atmosphere insinuates an element of panic
abstractions of time extinguish my most primitive
desires making me a poison to myself

opalescent mirror reflects a pandemonium of aquaintences
moist evidence of a once textural interface, proof
that's survived the squandering of the elemental fire

a queer vehemence replaces erotic animation
the sweet trechery of the sexual, illusive in its vanity
relinquishes me from impulse, its arsenal
having finally exhausted my frenetic designs

rapture has become an outbreak of terminal pain
my sentiment, repulsion, an antipathy of self
abducent tears rize towards a lascerated sky

peculiar sensations speak remembrances
damask rose euphoria once cherished in its infancy
too soon becomes garish and unkind

imperious youth knows not the connection
between the now and then of the deep,
sepulchral tones that await them, of the
emptiness of a picturesque monsoon
or the howl of the jackal when it crys.