Shroud

Shroud

My eye orbits visions

Storing them

In sockets

Of spectral energies

And lockets

Of love and hate

Where sex and mates

Confuse each other

With memories, thoughts and desires

Of other lovers

While we fuck with ourselves

And duck to cover

Images

Of what we want to be

Seen clearly

As we could nearly

Become

Time

Running out

The genetic sum

To multiply

One by one

Which all adds up

When you think about it

To Wonder

Why we are here

At all