Soundless rain now falling through
Seattle, Mississippi blues
Heart not calloused nor compliant
Weary from reaching and compounding
Intensities with melancholy
Seeing frequencies of wilted wonder
Reverb discordant melodies
Wakeful slumber of remembering
Who you were through senility
While worshiping idol fantasies
Thoughtless rituals routinely
Burden habit I call living
Love elusive and yet growing
Frustrates raw complacency of this
Restless praxis of breathing
David S. Wisener 