the tools of knowledge
abstain from thought,
remembering the human ruins.

the research of scuttling is
divided against itself and
without reason understood.

by a collusion the minutia
crawls from possibility,
is a malevolence at the mercy
of the guilt and terror of wretches.
--

empty control

a deeply personal joy of
platitudes and abnegation

the false destining a
callous coming where
disaster is a crime of
the victim

where the victims of ashes
are locked up in a fire

a flock of condemned beggars
preserving persona
--

i do not live in a lifeboat,
do not see rescue.
i fight for my betrayal,
the catastrophe of man
absorbed in the fire;
temporarily helpless and
guilty of an important life.
--