bite

i suppose there

must be no god

for all geniuses die

and even his son

could not escape

his genius

*

i was someone

just like wondering you

thinking of summers

of somebody

of summing them

into neat understanding

forgetting that

we do not remain we

though we grow

from rotting wearing

worn us

*

i wave to you

but only the ocean

warms me deeply

with assaulting love

i eye you

but only the sun

sees me hesitant

on the darkening horizon

and it is a shame

that the rays drain the ocean

in daily disappearing murder

that you too forget