How old shall I be then?
a victor, placed
away than, farther on the Isle
than my friends, for
I shall have lost
Eternity by the slip of a hand,
the mere jerk of tears
falling silent as they are
manifestations of disquiet,
and turmoil in the heart
shows forth in rags
worn, self-imposed
humiliation at egregious failure.
Thus I shall have lost,
though victor of myself, somehow,
also my captor, also
my chain.
10/21/2016
Richmond