Auctioned 
 outsmart the fever and take us farther from
 the killing life in capsulesa life that cant belong
 so if I wake up dead to the world
 with the helm at my command
 the reaching out of this
 faced tomorrow in the 11th hour 
 beckoned closer
 now as nightfall sends its grace 
 cue to enter the insatiable ideal
 slam it shut but the portal pounding lingers 
 what is it is time undone
 cannot falter in the security of labour
 was I supposed to believe
 where did I sign
 did I miss the auction where my life went under the club 
 went the half mile
 wondered when the resolution would come
 life became too solid
 diluted by the essence of denial
 caught in fires eye
 the self and filter that is I
 my lip was venom
 words formed in my mouth
 hid beneath the tounge
 never to be seen