Interna Inferno

internal inferno my pupils circumscribe fonts of futility while opportunity leaks between my fingers weak, bent crippled for the moment by cruel serendipity it is said “better off dead” but the dead unheard leave unfinished soliloquies between dates etched in stone filled with momentary eternities while i limp along past the parade of their final serenity the crescendo of wind stirring up memory fueling this internal inferno and another step towards possibility