Repetiton without respite

beautiful boy,

I mislead myself down the aisle of my mind,
blaming you for the silence
but not the empty
golden light is a nourishment

and a nostalgia.
faded glory and uns(c)ene plays
regrettably
defended.

Could I defend my (in)action,
tell myself that all is done,
and done for all
time, relativity,

and peace....

Sometimes the I wish for freedom,
for I tire of these games.
It is like reincarnation,
repetition without respite

Cinnamon air
and playing for keeps.