I stand on the ashes of all i have ever loved,
Alone like a storm-tossed wreck with memories of a broken heart.
Faint and distant as the light of a sun that has long set,
I break upon a trifle abut like an ineptly contrived porcelain; so fragile as a spider's web on a forsaken rampart.
I bend upon my earnest quondam like some rapt poet over his rhyme,
Grazing though excruciating recalls as fresh as a first beam glittering on a sail.
I snatch furiously at breath like death snatched at all the bygones,
When the spiral tightens, until i am finally able to exhale..