The Brink Of Destruction

me and her
meander,
as she and i
search the sky,
seeking the clarity,
soliciting the air-
now a sickening child
with none who care,
once a beauty,
inspiring the fluidity
of he, who accidentally
dismissed a piece
when he cut an incision,
made a crucial decision
to slice a slip
off his ear-
his lower left lobe
what probed him so?-
i shall never know.

but i know
he knew
the value 

that clarity
can share 

with sincerity
when alive 

are the lights
and no one 

can find
a bare spot
in the sky
not a spot not gifted
by the presence
of a scent
in the opposite sense
of that which she now is-
filled to the limit
to the brim 

of a bin 

full of pollution

construed as

CO²

the definition

of a combination

guiding our race

toward a destination
we call

the brink of destruction,
a state-
desolation.