An Excuse Poem by Leon Moon

Slumber love, tired of winning
How did you teach yourself to lie?

Rise -,
Anticipation
Is her dream
I mould through,
Being in her presence.

It is not the fact
I oppose you.

The unconsidered Self,
abandoned through faith...

The synchronicities I create
Indicate my curfew.

A not-yet developed universe
(She values patience...)

The shock of birth is eternal.

A melody,
trickling...

Who forces foundations to seek?

The dead are as dead as the living
(They have always been...

Deciding-Change-Remaining

Breeding disparity,
Ordinary pity,

To Her -,
I am just a life; a passing anguish
Worth as much
As the sorrow sought out of imprisonment.

A Universe, trapped inside the flee...