Epistle
It has been a while
Since I last wrote .
- Not that you
Would mind it...
Waiting on a treadmill...
--Excruciates me.
Hours become days,
Days become weeks.
Alas,I am here again - weak,
Pouring endless streams of nectar
For an offish phantasm,
- A golem of one's depraved imagination
- A muse of sand,
Devised and enthroned
By the Creator's hand.