Melancholia Retrograde


sitting alone in empty
this room ghosts full and memory
all retrograde
with mercury and all their eyes
and hearts       loves of other lifetimes     gone
gone     gone     never to forgotten go
into oblivion do we know     feel?     see
blue eyes forgiving baptized in tears hot streaming?

to that poison question,     love,
departure was the only answer
question of forever crawling
on zombie knees to scrape doors
into dark dreams and its contagion
brings us all to rancid dust
down to dust   gone to dust
dust to dust retrograde
in mercury days of nuclear
sun flares washing clean
nothing but open space-time
time time past gone too far
for nostalgia to intervene   .  .  .  .

David M Pitchford
10 Feb 2014

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