Boundless

dreamflows

rising up and across

the desert of concrete cycles of money sex and violence -

the hard gears of society hardening themselves

into numbness so they can fall safely asleep.



A white mask

caught in smile's eyes

welling up with fright

bridges the void with vision.



Death says check-mate -

life is a sacrifice to itself.

Here lives the line between ignorance and

   intentional non-awareness of the black pattern that crawls in the night

       eating the souls of the sleeping.

Yet in living with this line -

   what could ever be done

      but to let it be?