Protracted Species

Protracted Species

This all fell at a disconcerting time
And lent everything an uncomfortable meaning,
Everyone seemed paranoid in the chaos,
Screaming in the midst, you were sleeping it off now
While I stayed up and quietly shuddered all night,
Yawning out the state of it, the state,
In one form, one animal,
It moves as the many atoms we split.
Over the embankment I ran, the mud and the grit
Hitting my legs, I saw you and loved you,
But could not say because over time
You have become one with yourself,
Like a shark, blue and even, devoid,
So this is our history: protracted species.

You wear the crown for this day,
As the flesh is able, the idea is able,
The blood is rent to embered ground.

You wanted to be a man who beat me,
I wanted to be the one who got away.
To make all emotion merely pending
As I can make this unlikely selection
And sit, compared, next to it in framed perfection,
Though the solution is far from clear,
It reinvents, not meeting your calculations.
So you may be the one,
One God is unwilling,
Then God is not listening,
Next God is not there:
It is the deterioration – the suicide
Of the opium of them,
Outside, rain dancing, each footstep
Losing it’s own momentum, each revolution
Mutating in the last refuge.

We awake speaking and breathing
In dewlit frost that breaks up stones
And dehydrates the mind,
Like the day when you re-enacted Sunday School
And the rules were laid bare
And unrelated before us,
Or like today when we left together
And everything had changed so much
We had nowhere to come home to anymore.