You trifle about out under the sun
of delusion, looking for a new form of eloquence
drives you forward, beyond
the reach of any narrative clarity

And what of the rest of your life?
It’s been badly anthologized for decades,
stuffed with dramatic monologues
to dreamy beings hurting for your ordinary phrases

Your visionary impulses serve better
as a silent film, slide your life through a frame
if you want to be near a flame,
this can be your ambitious indoor task

Photo by Keisuke Higashio on Unsplash