under amplified concern
you told me how the world
was winding down
like a broken toy abandoned
by a bored child
who had been so sure
in certain pleasure
there could no longer be any reasoning
in a season of cold indifference
and fate had left
us all to each other
in stillness against a horizon
that glowed molten cinnamon
in this there was a tide
that seemed to flow faster
then collective hearts beating
like caged birds breaking their wings in spite
never to fly past horizontal banding
it all seems so shallow
when shadows drown your last days.