• I awake one morning
    To the smell of fresh
    Cut flowers, outside
    I put on my shoes and
    started tapping outside
    In the chilly spring air
    I shuddered in the breeze
    Checking around me for
    Signs of the living dead
    Walking shells of the
    Men and women I once
    Knew, a lifetime ago
    Yet, there they were
    Sitting in the morning
    Sun, roses fresh cut
    Thorns pricking this
    Lively, bleeding thumb
    On a sweet, lovely girl
    And then, I realized
    That they were not
    These empty things
    But I had fallen deep
    Into my own rapture
    To drift in ignorance
    My mind forever apart
    My soul against body
    Being lithe in oblivion.