cancer ward
the permanent markers 
running low

cancer ward
we breathe each breath 

her lover
breaks through the brushstrokes
of her sullen art

moon blossom —
another bull shits
its aha

from my pen
an hallucination
of loose ends

my shadow reflects
on its life
before there was light

fiat umbra
my shadow recreates
its sense of self

my shadow
masters the art
of camouflage

my shadow
fails to find a life
of its own

my shadow
my carbon footprint