Where is The Love

A psychopompous wagtail
whispered to me
my light duty to the dead.
the original sin was His
who so loved the world
he grew imbalanced by the longing
to hold on to it entire ,
whereas I seek to leave that all behind
but am anchored by dream-work's
rood awakening each day
to pietous solitude
in my illusion of being everyday .  ¶ 3:12 AM

  We rode the virtual plains
before I crashed into you
a world lost to balance

Still I maintain my worlds ,
only with psychic apparatus dimmed to dust
ensorcelled by the everyday

Adjusting me to your dark visions
obfuscating the reality
I am become lost to you
  ¶ 9:49 AM