False Front

The charged heat that arrives in the body
with the force of aging weaponry
on my doorstep again. War on youth
cannot be submerged for long.

This bottleneck of hormones
is part of the passage
from the serene flow of blood
that rises and falls by the phases
of the moon to nothingness.

I become a mannequin of myself again,
soul walking out of the body
just to survive the stiff and false front
that life has become.

And the breath--
is just the fire
that will remind me
where home really lives.