Here Again

When I try to control these thoughts, life fades from these vacant eyes

Silent reproach from the vagrant and merchant

Aren’t we all liars in a burial pyre?

I try to ignore the voice of persuasion

I never cared much with blithe disposition

We can’t evade this crimson wave

You will mean more when you have ascended from the adamant one

In conclusion, I am the contrarian wandering in redolent and lugubrious states, waning until it all begins to rescind—again

—KAL•85