When I Wasn't Listened To

I felt my mortality
Slither and wriggle
Down the yardstick
I used to mete out
The inchings of my affections.

I no longer brandish
My cares, I no longer
Stoke the fire with my airs.

Magnum Opus

I take refuge in a book.
The sanctity of the purgatory page
On which the author inlays
His secret and most obvious intents:

Every indent a new impress
Of the Grand Design --
The Noble Scheme --
Fix your theory
Within these bindings --
These covers will cover
All blind spots,
All blind alleys will lead
Beyond the egress
Of egotism.