the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]

day 1

thought you ought to know

resting your head

upon the waking dragon

wouldn't seem to be

within line of logic;

yet i watch as you,

with your mind so blank

yet heart so full,

complete that very action.

you place yourself

about that same position

an expansion of times;

too many to count.

so i have stopped,

i am no longer counting,

i am no longer asking,

i am no longer caring.

what you do to me

and/or to them,

is far gone now.

the consideration has left,

much as you did.

i thought this would work.

a friendship completed

all the workings well,

but i can see

that i am now unwanted.

maybe some time before,

in a distant land...

yet talking to you

is now but a stand

of obscured thoughts

and meaningless words.

maybe you did care,

but that was then.

now is now

and now, i am done.

thought you ought to know.