Χάος

In my mind’s closed ear, faculty's catacombs,
the rattling bunting of forgetfulness
whispers a horizon’s name.

This banner eclipses kingdoms of eons,
dreaming of previous immortality,
willful and patrician as dust.

This regal rot of root vegetables,
repossessed from the mud of nowhere,
disappearing like dissenters.

It weighs as much as my skull,
is as miniscule as my thought,
and goes through with a nil-nil draw.