I sit within

artificial atmosphere

azure and faint

you count my blessings

as the fox

sits outside

in a char

sipping bourbon

I have only

haunted myself

my spectres

come from

the forest

and scratch

at a window

a glorified past

then demand their

peace

and to be left

on a boat

slowly sinking

just off the coast

a warning from

previous engagements

from voices of

an unknown origin

One day I will join them