“Some Golden Ratio”
Some golden ratio renders lavish limitations concealed
Forever in escrow in nocturnal peace. This rest,
This joy of doing nothing proffers idylls that arrest and test
The ëgo, the öpportunity to blaspheme, to yield
To temptations hidden in the grasslands, happiness
Drowned in logic, threads lost within the many rooms of reality:
O God! I would have it!
But here she sits at last,
A stupor of commonality,
Perfections and procrastinations. Usury
Of desires, sirens in every
Cannot be denied and so the quotidian cacophony
Of sharpest failure in the pastel shades of pedestrian mediocrity.