midas Thumos I am encased in golden walls, lemon yellow by the gallon for eyes meant to block out the sun black ponds marked by crow’s feet trauma gave me many things this Midas touch a bane and boon I grasp the painful things — turning (I want them to be worthwhile) (I need them to be worthwhile) gold — they fall into my depths to be forgotten and invisible too heavy to ever rise to the surface I will never call their name again I will never see their claws again I will never hear their cries again (will I ever hurt from their actions again?) And all that remains is what I keep on the shores golden skies, hand in hand golden skin on pale sheets golden hair in your comb Once I have forgotten a thing, it is done. should you speak of it, those words will be a null space where nothing bad occurred where even I ceased to exist memories swallowed up by my me (they are swallowing me up as well) (they are swallowing you up as well) I want to see you, my shining heart I am surrounded in golden walls I am wading through oil-slick black pools Searching blindly in my me for All the golden parts of you That fell into these depths As we came together to the shore 260530 what's it to you? who go blather from