Loss
One man's loss which bears him no relation
Shot through with holes
Another, if this is ever a gain
Is to swallow derogation
Sordid, swinish, sordid, loss
Lineage dragged along with single strands
Blighted when mixed
Cannot, must not, fathom how this face
Can share a space
Wholeness is in heritage, then reassert the chosen
So, slaver through a repeat performance
Ceremonially potent, vanquishing to the heavens
Slaver through a repeat performance
Envisaging your sight-hole
(In the wall you devised)
Why not look right past and over?
Neurosis mires your omnipotence
Swatting aimlessly at foreign flies
Over
Why not look right past and over?
Because you've resolved not to weaken
At the passing intermingled
Why not look right past and over?
Because it's not regarding who you are
But who you can force under
Loss
Everything but a loss