Then why at all, ensconced

within glittering amulets

possessing that infectious germ of truth

equaling a fortune to the jewel thief

taking you from me -- at all hours

of day or night, glimpsing your facets

so fulsome with color

I clearly wondered if you were

too natural for my own good.

Cresting the best gold watch I had

as sunlight from a common window

illuminated your true worth.

What blinded me surprisingly

in an indescribable way,

making me think less of you

& the clerical wrist years ago

wearing you in false sanctity?

Because you were once a monsignor's bauble

I sold you back to a Vegas pawn shop

for half the market value, my friend.

Now I'm married to dust,

beyond good & evil,

timeless

the dreams which like shadows

interface our cosmic blight as

lingering pop-up ads on your mind's voided screen

calling back the spent aces of existence

in a world given to common spades

there are events that leave us

& become far-off histories,

letting us realize to age becomes

a process of irrecoverable distance

from what we once loved

& can never

love

again