Unconscious out of Choice
I.
I enter your mausoleum.
White sanitary and glossy surrounds,
snuffed fires and white ash
abundantly shade the soil beneath.
Encased in an aura of resonant spectrums of light,
suspended by those invisible and indescribable -
the cell is your majestic sarcophagus
where where nothing is exeeding or surplus.
Totems and flags of kinship,
allegiances and primal might,
bridge the mortal and hampering gorges
that shield us from plight.
I increase my forbidden proximity where you remain
eyes once loving and classically disarming
reply my urges for you to speak as I fail in refraining
and exclaiming my loss - significantly bereft
like a complete heart cleft.
II.
Elapsing of time indiscriminately accelerated,
I bide your side religiously.
Suddenly, I myself, discover the extent of my mourning,
my mortality now approaching expiry.
Each notch on my arm for each day you exist before me,
inanimately staring and in solitary slumber.
Each day I kiss you in keeping our link bright and not assunder
Biding by the ambition that you will awaken...
(Dagny, please wake up. Do it for me...)
I enter your mausoleum.
White sanitary and glossy surrounds,
snuffed fires and white ash
abundantly shade the soil beneath.
Encased in an aura of resonant spectrums of light,
suspended by those invisible and indescribable -
the cell is your majestic sarcophagus
where where nothing is exeeding or surplus.
Totems and flags of kinship,
allegiances and primal might,
bridge the mortal and hampering gorges
that shield us from plight.
I increase my forbidden proximity where you remain
eyes once loving and classically disarming
reply my urges for you to speak as I fail in refraining
and exclaiming my loss - significantly bereft
like a complete heart cleft.
II.
Elapsing of time indiscriminately accelerated,
I bide your side religiously.
Suddenly, I myself, discover the extent of my mourning,
my mortality now approaching expiry.
Each notch on my arm for each day you exist before me,
inanimately staring and in solitary slumber.
Each day I kiss you in keeping our link bright and not assunder
Biding by the ambition that you will awaken...
(Dagny, please wake up. Do it for me...)