such void, unavoidable,
so seems,
within the natural scheme
so confined
to- 
wail and woo, the
woes,
as forlorn echoes go
to oblivion. 
all this spectral conversation
between
two fellows, romantics,
hopeless, and
now, vast oceans insurmountable are
tide,
un-abiding, and wishes so 
vicious
is existence, for
the departed, no
more.
yet for those
left to
linger
impingent physical subsistence, falls
short. 

oh, those shoreless ports, for
forever to be
wandering,
equinox to equinox, a
cyclic set for
repetition, as long
as the narrator can
meander, some
brief eternity, still, somehow
beyond yours, shake
fist or make 
plea, 
the cosmos matters not to
fleas, such as
we.
as this self remains,
washed of the flames, now
known as 
embers,
yet, remember, always
missing 
in infinity a
brother, found, now
ground down to
ash,
while all the visceral, wishful,
reverie lasts
eternal,
as should have been for 
thee.
another day, bud,
wanted
while half a solar circuit and
growing,
is all that’s left
for knowing.