Sunken Perfection

Something of perfection

that joy of being

materialised in smiles,

chuckles and uncontrollable

laughter, has torn anchor, drifted into the tempest,

broke its back upon the ice

and sunk

unfathomable,

unsalvageable depths.

There is some umbilical

that ties me to it

and through which I have to gnaw.

5^th August 1999

2.40 AM