Knee Jerk

seeking patience never found me

more of a distant fog

grey on black or pewter on negative space

the intricate escapes over forefathers

destined to make haste to judge

.

each time I am profoundly ignorant

I try to catch myself

falling ivory

and muted jade comprise my very being

.

much like one to another compels

the ominous cycle

.

the broken shade of peonies

rub and cast shadows over needlessness

.

knowing or dispelling countenance

I cannot search through colour anymore

for the slowly dissipating eloquence

hides itself as it creeps in and latches on

.

as if abashed borders could tell us anything