In silly seamless midnight Monday dreams,
I watch you write
with your exceptional eyes...
there is no faster disaster than forever.
In the marrow of animal aliases,
we risk our Mothers' reputations
and each Patricia is…
the potential of past-tense infinite.
Despite my given torpidity,
a stark reminder renders real
inked arm and an apparent armistice…
dance within words yet don’t look back in anger.