"Amorphous as a cloud"

Amorphous as a cloud, slipping between light
Emotional immaturity strangles the soul
With far too many deceiving planes in sight to step upon

Downcast as the pouring rain
The failures throw themselves excitedly atop one another

The manual for love was lost in the fires of growth
Or maybe all there has ever been are the fires
Uncontrollable and always rising like a flood

These vibrant colors do not stay – they just run
Till life is blind and the stars no longer shine

M.M.

The Tower

The tower exists as a thing unlike anything in its own world

Its time slowly dripping through a sieve of mist

A structure cursed by immobility and immutability

Its internal beams adamantine but its facade perpetually crumbling

Erected imposingly in the desolation, under a vault of ashen sky

Drear in aspect, imposing only because of its utter isolation

Unchanged, unchanging, unchangeable

The tower stands in fierce opposition of the great empyrean

But achieves nothing of effect

Prideful in its ambition and conation, but weakened in its will

A kilometer high, and verging upon the inch of its life

And ensconced deep within this monolith

Beats a heart terrible and tremendous

Pulsating like some endearing horror

Shining like darkness; loving like hate

The tower has stood here an age, and not even a minute

A monument to all that is other and unending

M.M.

"There is no such thing as starting over"

There is no such thing as starting over
To start over, to start fresh
Really means to store the old bones
In a great chest to be towed along
Starting over is to be weathered
And worn -- weary of the trifles of the world
Setting upon a new path is simply to
Continue along onto a bending in the road
What I once believed of the hope in starting anew
Is now a recognition of the spectres
And ghosts that haunt me in the dead of night.

M.M.