Lost your way in this mayhem
of evil spearing deep and wide
in spite of, or in search of
material to entice me like yesterday
as if I were an adept
in the art of naming land
after colors on a piece of cloth?
There is a life that binds
to other lives, there are things worth
your searching for.
With effort you can disconnect
from a constant feed of fear
or hate, reverse of the same
tossed coin in the air.
Words are arcane.
Power flows through
their historical realm,
the transfiguration
may not always serve an end.
With your mind's eye, little by little
carve out a pightle of heaven,
lay on the green, peer at the blue
and watch the real clouds
whisper an altogether lovely