angst cycle (iii) — [D] (i)

half the grief
i lost my inner out
to slide the essential

this head
was boot symbolled
long ago
le mode
je n’ai jamais

so it takes
a tense
of watery eyes
a sorryful of hours

or when i’m in a rabid mood
a shutdown of all but ego
lights my eyes

which sticks mood
down the pan
of what goes down the pan