Wyndham 2013

We were diluted forms,
Stumbling, floating our way,
Slowly spinning, out of control
Through the needle stack shards
Like light beams  long and thin
To fit between icicles of gold
Straight sharp numerous gaps
Black space before the incision
An invasion, of invisible fear
Ah he had to fill in a line
Our hearts' minds were aflutter
In appreciation of earnest thoughts
It almost always came back to her
Of course as it should forever
Where was the amen? No of?
He pondered, with frantic fury
Anticipating uncertain things, again
He remembered the of, this time
Her prefab courtesy ride, slow,
Knew no way but up and down
No sideshow, her stall was packed
She finally enters, his subterranea
Cool, slippery burn, spine along
What the fuck happened? His of's?
They all left, with him, and her.