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?