[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #20. The publish date is approximate. Originally written December 16, 1997.]
static depression, the start.
my brush of anguish
resounding splendor manifests before me
the cry of hope amidst the repressed
shackles of fury cage their power
null hope, a wondering glimpse
taste the sight or smell the aura
square one, am I done?