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.