The Gift Of Abandonment

The fantasy: 
of moving in a circle, 
taking a flower bath. A metaphysical 
misquote. You were losing 
your identity. 

There was no abstract folly. 
I will protect all the concrete truths. 

To find a lover in the woods. 

Fighting my demons 
I start a circuitry of unborn vows. 

The onslaughts continue. 
Night comes with all its glory 
to torment me, in absence of moon.