another measure of nothing

drain me of the words i've already offered
endless sentences
round and round you go
to no end at all
repeated redundancy

try as you may this whorl-wind
spinning dust and debris, useless
as if no time exists
to watch the sun rise
wishing for the premature dusk

silence earned
as this world stops spinning
its axis revealed as something other than love
an inquiry to disaster
invited by your incantations

silly, silly thing
you look not for what is present
always seeking what you found in others
your poison. your solice
our demise