the I
of excuses and regrets
been denied
the right to madness
lived life
in second hand virtues
my mind
lost in contradictions
set against itself
yet I
find time for little civilities
gather and unite memories
to make
flames that might endure
a strange
preoccupation with myself
I develop
a quite understanding
of my own existence
as my nemesis
written in fidelity unfurls
the becoming
of a lady
without shadows