Framing

I have beaten my own into

Formidable faraways

Seldom separating

The heart from the deep

I hold the head

Just so

Demand it sees

And solicits

The man in me

But I am sober and of estimate

Minuscule

Like a world within a world

A cardboard cutout

Sweet insanity

Where do you rest?

For to lie in your lap

Would be indeed

The night

Darkness is looming

Its monarchy

A wet dream

And a day

When all ends

Even god is distended

Deist ended

Beyond the tree

And lies in my arms

Like a pieta Jesus

Cold and forlorn

Without the madness

A tribute to death

Framed