Almost, convinced that frequency and matter are interchangeable. Eager to dispense with the foundation and fly upon the sponsored wings of imagination. Arriving at a predetermined objective. Ignoring any counsel or evidence that contradicts. The passion and promised pursuits will alleviate our culpability. Accountability is mutable and simply within the doctrine of wavering ideas. We did not find our own way into euphoria but gladly accepted invitation.

Sad, leaning heavily upon stretched truth and twisted reason. Struggling to avoid the cost of poor thinking, we adjusted to shaming everyone to see the clothes that don’t exist. There are no battles left, for who fights for things they already imagine? Cloaked in self-absorption, no one stops to question why her dress is on fire and that all are staring into the weld. Love breads broad compassion and prayer for them who will never see the light of tomorrow.

In my repertoire I display the courage of ages stopping to admire my cowardice and countenance. How handsome my pastel hues, thinking myself admired by God and King. Of all things outside perception my figures and calculations made in hopeful error will be masterful in pronouncing my deserved judgement. Those who loved us warned that we should take the moments few to reconsider. Our ears were only rented by folly.

The days have arrived. Scant moments left to escape. Yet, most have been convinced they have achieved Nirvana or Valhalla. Sinews and falling cords of corroded hemp brush by as we climb to oblivion. No parapet, no castle walls, no minaret from whence to proclaim false victory. Screaming at heaven for never reviewing our cries and counting our obvious worth. Too close to Mars and descending quickly through fiery atmosphere. We are expelled.

Cling to the promise and hold to hope. Not in finding our own strength to man walls or stand up sturdy siege towers. For all must be lost to be gained. The ground gives way under our relented burden. In peace, resting, dancing, dreaming of landscape more beautiful than beheld in mind’s eye. We stand waiting for the cresting wave of unfolding eternity. Trumpet’s and Spirited calls beckoning our eyes renewed. To see beyond the realm of this world’s man.