l'art pour l'art

black rocks
fat rocks
sad rocks waiting for more
for a beautiful reimagening
of every door
for a terrible enchantment
turnaround contentment
and dementment on every corner
on every dock, on every street
on nevermore, on never
not severed from me and my
reality
show what I think of as fatality
as a blue fate, a skinny fate
a shiny hate of the purest gold
a tiny name, and all it holds
folds in on itself, out of yourself
and onto me and my
desires and selves
fat rocks
sad rocks
waiting for more
for awful definitions
and nothing more