Stray

Devour my thoughts in the heat

Where the circuitry is fried and rewired

The cogs of myself churning endlessly

Always rolling forward in time

Methodical and mechanical

And lost.

I am lost.

Forgotten and worn

Swept away in haughtiness

bemused beyond reason

at the plays and the players

Enduring and eternal

In a disgusting way

Vampiric in implication

Yet somehow genuine

with loyalties eroded

                what have I known of

competing affections

of warring factions

what humanly-flawed answer

for times such as these

I see it in the distance

As if watching myself slip through time

as one-sided attempts

are swept away in the rushing river

of my thoughts

memories will erode,

days become years

as persistent and persistence

framed within prerequisites

like landscapes I have seen before

it lives in the sense of adventure

where falcons breed and adrenaline flows

                with passive apathy

like pools of calm water

nestled in chaos  

what dreams have I held

worthy of weighing in against this backdrop

what tyranny have I surpassed

to be so numb in this moment

devoid of reflection

in the twisting moon

the carrion I have grown accustomed to

Will always have the sensation of ambrosia

Distant and foreign

forgotten in time.