A Sick Universe
As vagueness rests
In the comforts of complexity
With imagination's finesse,
Tattered ghosts
Drift across the breadth
Of a casual disappointment
With the agility
Of a rapt intellect
So beautiful is this ambiguity
Of adverse flow
Awakening the night
To set discourse upon self-pity
Whereby celestial predators
Shaping twisted stars
Strive to satisfy reality
As laughter imploding
On the prospect
Of love.
