Sunset As life moves by, I cast my mind's eye On the flooded frames Of images come to pass. I wonder how the cannons Came to be, That nullify Your harried and unprincipaled Degree. Cry wildly, And let the untamed Visitor Dispell. You rend yourself, And sine and sine... And scream in digital. The tender throated grave Compells your actions To be one long sun, To be furiously endowed. Engorged, You flail and participate In every catatonic platelet Of your litany.