Serenity And Other Myths.

My, my and look what my unconscious
mind has dragged into the fore once again!
Tis my old infatuation who

does not does not and does not.
Where did our love go?
All mine has wrapped itself

around a chaos theory gentleman
whose name and mine do not agree.
And you seem to have not changed.

Are you eternal like the dark energy
which exists forever and ever amen?
I have no such joy.

I flinch and mutate like influenza and
chokes chokes chokes all mundane
realism and hope. Poison Ivy

flitting between frost and fire -
all and nothing, one and zero.
Being nothing and everything and

no more a lover than a trifle
or a deer so dainty in
the curse-driven snow.

Where did that all go?
Tis sour now, thorough
no fault of our own.

Time hath killed Serenity
and Worry is my mistress now
and the eternal Vexation.