Epistemophobia

Apprehension. Detailed attention

You wake in the morning, but have no thoughts;

An assemblage of dark grey in the mind, fraught

Moonlit conversations prove worthy at two a.m

Gentle spills drip from the faucet of ghost words;

At any other time you would sound absurd

Now listen. Holy contention

Glorification of omissions and clandestine information;

My mind now holds various notations

Demons runs rampant under what used to be comforting twinkles

More than meets the eye is a charcoal soul;

In the years we’ve been separate you lack self control

Forbear from attack. A shrewd coward, you lack

Drunken shrugs and hollow bellied laughs;

The crack of dawn brings me back my class

Beauty beholds many objects, however it just dropped one

I vividly remember that night, while you remember none

Golden drops illuminate my well fixed facade

You dropped a concealment, I lost some trust;

Stuck in an endless game of revealed cat and mouse, I readjust