Quintessence now resides
in the darker part of light
feeling supplant
isn't where I wanted to be
(neither then or now)
In too deep to not breathe;
choking on reality.
Solemn oaths slowly suppressed
into silent murmurs
and redemption no longer comes
like the song of the bluebird at dawn.
(swallowing comes as hard as breathing)
What it is just IS
and doesn't matter anymore






12 old applause
