Do you see what I see?
I see crevices in places they shouldn’t be.
I see storms raging in this laid up vicinity.
A dying impetus–reticent laughs, propelling my insanity.
Why only I am wondering
When is my waking..
Is this ever ending?
We sailded upon sealed, devoid envelopes–
Rocks braced over iced slopes.
Ever tied ropes… over tied ropes!
Down to every valley,
Wandering amid stale, encroached alleys.
Wrung hands, deferred fence, with no tally.
These sunberries we feed ourselves..
Reaching over amassed, empty shelves.
Why were we content with treacherous, gossamer halves?
Do you not see what I see? …
Photo Cred: Wally.