domain

retired - your idle words
now, lift the torrent from the raw chasms
of your wounds, pull up the stakes
and depart the borders that could never live agreed -
float your weather elsewhere
above some ground that is desert
enough for wanting -
this is not for masking, not for promises
for the sake of promises, not for wandering weakly,
nor spinning designs from the distressed threads
of your last regression,
fraudulent expressions in patterns of
sociopathic perfection -

- here is not your domain.