in the finality of this hour
as all of this shall disappear...
enough of you
and all of me...
it's quite sad, so sad
when afterthoughts don't count...
ever-present trolling social media
ever pressing searing avatar...
Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay...
wreathe of words sprout upon doorstep bed
beneath a far-looking moon, whisper to ear...
Entering through resplendent gates,
to where countless dead seek final rest...
Farther onward, always skyward;
high above, hurtling ever hard...
candle in the window
for the son of a widow...
...
.
flame...
Fresh and clean
to smell and feel...