Behind the gray. Persimmon, dandelion and what happens in Helvetica. Bold as promise, proud in betrayal, captured in reluctance to champion life. What dreams encountered real are forbidden welcome? What answers sought in need or wisdom are chased beyond town border? What strategy employed as graffiti fails in footing? Where is my rule book when rules themselves are broken in once hallowed time?

Is Treason enough? Is reason sufficient exchange for love’s sweet loss? What sodden brown for the lush verdant whispers in windy sawgrass? Impotence for offspring, injustice for wrong, allegiance to the enemies of right? Beauty swapped for decades and health for cash as freedom ebbs in the rangy rules of celebrity. What then is the promise of this lifetime as its advantages sold for perceived treasure?

These steps are ordered beyond the viewing of moments in perspective. Systems and collage moving eye’s gaze beyond myopy. No distinct focus no shiny thing all hodge podge absent the unique aspect of deliverance. Camouflaged on purpose to blend into horizons forgotten and light extinguished that none will see or be seen. What hope in knowledge unwanted?

We ask to seem responsive. We sing to catch the tune. We dance without joy in the bidding of masters uninvited. Where shall a young man venture if all ports be captive or surveyed to millimeters correction? To die upon the tundra of the blanched and tired. To leave the gainsay gawking. Timeless, weightless, hopeless in the wilderness of space unconquered.