Her eyes Glaring with hope Across somewhere I find Ignition to a greater mile. She teaches me to use The file To saw my teeth to chew this moment, Not to dust, Though to shape something of worth. An attraction To sunrise, Is my fortunate beginning. Her life has been the rose. My world Once with a black curtain To draw it closed. Upon the sweet apocalypse, My ending looked so fragrant, More than the petals Of the red gleaming prime Of her. Lakes dry their surface by the fog That folds over the ripples, Cast like ancient sheets, Worn quilts Atop the emperor's bed In his antique quarters. My world Is a mere sign To my depravity. Her beauty Once called mine, Shapes design Of what I found, what I lost Upon the road That curls as the serpent in my mind.