Shadows prelude the vision –
harbinger cardinals
of the compass spun flighty
red herrings and pirate flags
arrive stealthily
to seal the chamber
and cancel crises
in their cradle
Twilight of the dawn –
the fun and games
portion of light’s program/process
has encountered a twist
of fate
around the schisms
of its subtly hewn center
strings pulled
on war props
by pompous priests
and trigger happy
thieves of reason
Swallowed by the silence –
it’s a lost art/
fractured line of communication
two-sided daggers
twisted in five directions
and blood loosened
upon the sands
would fill only half a thimble
compared to the ocean
of splintered hearts
and grieving homes
flooded by tears
struggling to stay afloat
in the waves of disbelief
