at the bedside

of cleverness...

wiping it's spittle,

and dabbing its

forehead.

unbelievable words

relieved of duty.

pure respect paid

to being full of

****.

that hard look

softening.

humane attendance.

the face becoming

a hand holding

a mirror.

no more seperation

anxiety.

last night i bludgeoned

Shiva to death...

and he just maintained

that crescent moon

smirk.