undone journeys

where do they end?

passing through placid colours

even horizons pretend

scarlets of an early dawn

blues of a cold night

wondering about white dot

a cursed mole or a blurred divine?

is this misery?

on part of the ruler

albeit the clear sky

hearts not lighten enough to comply

behind the walls of disguise

we are piling up nickels

waiting for a serpent's kiss

palms hover around the grey clouds

the warm shallows hound us

to instill a spectacle, but

the zest, the zeal, all succumb

to the pale truth of social grail….

…and here we are, moving on and trying to veil….