Headlong through the morning mist The masquerading shadows wait To take, to turn, to twine and twist Such simple sights that now conflate. Conflict. Confound.
How many times Will we walk in place To face the cliff? Approach the railing. Bargain for another breath. We dance around diversion, Perverting moments
Peering through the spaces Between all the places we hide. I will fall and crawl inside you To suck the smoke from your lungs. Inhaling
Alone in conformity’s cage of Part time, pepper mill companions. Hardly holding on. Staring at my folded hands, Vacant eyes upon an empty page Rustling
Tired of this reality, Our self-imposed complexity. Rending and unending, We’re just synchronicity Paired in the present. Comparing the past. Don’t mistake me, Ignore, or
We fail to search for Whence we came, Because deific delusion Displaced tolerance with We are from two. Hey, Mr. Spaceman, Why this place? It