seperation food

here under the most dulcet
sweeps the ash from the front
porch swings and sunlight and
fields flattened, gray snow, gray
world condensed into globe,
an epiphany on conventional
wisdom, Virgil's presence in
Inferno made into piano notes,
settles like dust on the ocean's
bed linens strewn across the
room, in the space beneath the
stairs collapse beneath the feet
of brief glimpses of life through a
veil misinterpretation ripped
from the moment he woke
up into the deepest space in sea
where she lost her innocence
under the comet scarred sky
we saw the cautious shreds emerge
and ruined all the little things in
life.