THE DEATH OF DREAMS

THE DEATH OF DREAMS

Intersecting confluence,

harbouring increments,

of conflated significations,

suspended in the remonitions of your whim,

caprice catered sanctimoniously,

harmonious and determined,

sifting in the suspicion of confinement,

determined by the theocratic, determined by will,

sharper than obdurate condignment,

eliminated by the theocratic,

and left to wander,

A man without a history,

a depth without a soul,

commingling in the happenstance,

of your judgment and discernment,

attuned to the invariable,

world of want,

hidden in your assimilation,

And the death of dreams.