here, 
on the precipice of
some auburn
oblivion.

here,
again,
donned dour 
the uniform of planetary
insignificance,
the watershed whispers 
the atmosphere 
conducts
its inexplicable sensation,
sweet in symphonic 
and 
tactile 
interpretations.

here,
again,
he sits
thinks,
or be it feeling?
the symbolic cardiac affliction,
between
want
and what is,
while within, the inquiry 
suspects conspiracy 
on all the sourced desires
to begin with.