Sartre empty promise of something important

Her smile was never for anyone, not this one, this smile served its master by just being smiled.  I fell in love with that cosmic forbearance of true self.   Next to hope, there is no higher lesson, I have not learned well yet.

Possible nothing was ever done of substance

Obdurate waves obscure the Judas

is all of us

Deposed of psychic strokes

Whats the base line-

Under your cloak.

talk to effervescence-

offer her a litmus test,

of the regiment of common cold,

hearts stole and courages hole-

that you stuck it in.

Soul of memory,

it comes back colored faint-

Drips out the words you love to hate...

yesterday is a lie you-will-live-in-every-day

until you die.

A ballon on golden thread 

or the closet,

chain, sewn lips, 

and unending moo of lovedonesdead.

Entropy where be the seed,

the horse, the rider, the way, the need,

to match in It's unending greed?