Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist

a stone tortoise riding Ruskin’s imaginations

in horseless carriages on Horace way

delight decided my abbreviations

inscribed in pain along the stay.

views expressed just aren’t my own

when from his seat I see

elevated by that others throne

I feel that stone in me

When doors open to shed some light

and beknown to yourself you dream

books ignited my fire to fight

for just a dip in romanticisms stream

work a mere monument to a moment where

life’s dreams flash past before we can stare.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist