The Obfuscation

Tell me everything. How they let you down
How the Yellow City burned with ennui
Entertain this as a dialectic
Only fluttering. Only breaking so

Below the straining, yearning windowsill
Find that insufferable old fella
Undone, strangled, by gaseous fingers
So mighty to deal with you for power
Clothed, perfumed, golden crowned and fallen limp

And turn in. For the day? Night? Myself? No
Through his vessels, coiling black intestines
Intertwining down a skyscraping grin

Only, immortality is lonesome
No gateway opens into forever.