Out thrown by a tindered trap I stand three days from noon. And out shone by the living life, Which comes all too soon; I shrivel up Like some long forgotten dream Distressed and long over due. I dip my shadow into milk of the womb And cursing, dive head over heels, Further I engorge into the cauldron. Quenching the flames of every desire Until finally weakened, I turn to the last page but one, To soothe my every pore. Pain riddled once again I dive First to my ring then right, Turning this time then that, then rested. I share using blank heavy eye lids These surging within my panes of life. Then asking what could account for this? I beg release. And disease comes and germinates Tearing at life and its bladed grasp. Gripping red raw this thief of time, I bow, as ever too late; Being so consumed with the thirst for knowledge. As I rack my silly brains dry I come to rest upon a smile. ©2020 Christopher Thompson. All rights reserved.