Sad moments, not anniversaries. Indifferent to joy’s influx. Predominantly sour. Embellished in dreams of fame, fortune and clarified reason. Tap dancing to promised fulfillment. Another’s wake for the sake of wedding sadness with Midnight.

Reluctant to start something. Anything is better than zero’s and columns anecdote filled. To challenge the hope of dying early we walk ourselves silly. Into valley’s of dominant neurosis we chant into the darkness at midday.

Polished stones of sharpened gristle. Tough as debauchery and inclined to wisdom’s flight. A night full of light. A day full of poignant, glistening madness. Spring remanded winter to annual irrelevance. Brim’s embellished with crimson and clad with golden goodness.

Mixed a lot. Tossed a coin just to practice faith in contemplation’s council. My luck was better off losing without expectation of victory. Walking in certainty certainly has a different ringtone. All that promise rejects the notion of doubt.

In the window the shiny eyes of young love. Wicked and wanton, the human wains continuously. Drained by the exhortation of bubbles, miracles and fireworks. Gone to everlasting, left yesterday. May this day be the one you were foretold.

The Great I Am never forgot, this the lesser of two evils. Speaking ill of dignitaries remonstrates the kindling with flint stricken. Absorbed by parlor tapestries, crossed my name from the seated names only to stand and watch.

Weeping, salty goodness, proof of life. Into absurdity we are projected for the tamed foolish were gone for the weekend. When will they eradicate the Papacy. Crumbling Dads and has-been of husbandry. The Prowess of the tone deaf.

There is no respect for me as criticism and candid faithful fodder spew upon the unsuspecting. Wading into the crowd, twice as loud as the coming fall of night. Walking upon the crushed blossoms of fruitful fealty. We stand sober. Awake the dream.