Auctioned

outsmart the fever

and take us farther from

the killing life in capsules

a life that can't belong

so if I wake up dead to the world

with the helm at my command

the reaching out of this

faced tomorrow in the 11: th hour

beckoned closer

now as nightfall sends it's grace

cue to enter the insatiable ideal

slam it shut but the portal pounding lingers

what is it; is time undone

cannot falter in the security of labour

was I supposed to believe?

where did I sign

did I miss the auction where my life went under the club?

went the half mile

wondered when the resolution would come

life became too solid

diluted by the essence of denial

caught in fire's eye

the self and filter that is I

my lip was venom

words formed in my mouth

hid beneath the tounge

never to be seen