at forty nine
I am an old man
with an old face
few defects
soul
that doesn’t remember when it was first born to this sickening lonely place of annoying
simple human labors
tired with ages my soul
breaths life into a new body
awaits first date
first sex
patiently
next death
funeral
next
and across the street from no one who cares to remember real or fake
first or last name of mine

it would feel like being still born from the beginning
if not for that silver lining
you are
when you come
girl
that’s all the pride I need now

some lives here
are activity from other dimensions
suspicious scar tissue from chain of events below and above
both ways
to please or fight your live body

get used to Armageddon
confess yourself in time or
in no time (eternity)
you do have a choice
choice is the catch
divinity
but there is a price
will you pay it here
instincts aside
or
once in a form in which it is too late
for being
anything more than entertainment to Evil
its game
deliberately chosen

reflections of infinities drawn on the night skies
are slowly
one by one
sinking into the darkness of my heart
igniting the light and promise of you
and long after I am forgotten by trees and time
and human minds  visibly lost
to carefully crafted lapse of memory
I will come for you again
young
reborn
and no “here be dragons” will stop me
I promise you
Ashley
as I promised Ann
Margaret
Octavie
Bianca
Joann
Justine
Dominique
Natalie
Martha
Claudia
others
and we shared paradise
on Earth
hell

so be it
Mephistopheles