the creature stands before the frozen air
its breath hesitating,
thief before a Christmas tree
latent with gifts
“My creator left me in disparate parts; I cannot fathom another tormenting day of alienation.”
“Townspeople stare at these sewn together body parts; sometimes my vacant eyes find their incredulity, and then hurriedly look away.”
“Only an old blind man speaks to me mostly through his violin.”
“I am so very tired hiding from all the solitude- I wish to belong somewhere, belong to someone.”
a blue flame
flickers with no purpose,
a faint fleeting glimmer
hidden among icy Arctic caverns
thousands of miles from the world,
a being beginning a life with nothing to begin with,
seedless,
sightless without destiny,
solitary, abandoned
without its god.
Lake Worth, FL
Fall, 2011