- Orion

A vanguard of shadows
Dissolves timber horizons.
Mercury's falling low,
By the weight of one more cigarette.
Smoke off of streetlamps
Disassembles a carefully balanced understanding.
Developing and uneasy familiarity
With the features of the moon,
And its mounting armies,
That trap me in eventuality.
This disenchanted human form,
Isolated in anti-matter existence.