There is a storm inside of men
An unrelenting fire that breaks chains
That wants to break free as well turn into blazing wildfire
A moon that wanes and descends into grottoes of outlandish man-made landscape
Until it is drained of iridescent color much like the conversation we once had in the colonnade
That wished to stray from affairs of blue Earth, never to meet the lonely blue-eyed spirits who once abandoned us
Soulless down on the shore of desolation among thousands of pebbles
And despair wears a face and walks among people or sits in streets, deformed just the same and stumbles
But it can't meet those promising eyes of the land, it has no self confidence or reputation to match the many illustrious folk in the city
There is a cloud that covers and the town burns at night
The sun burns too, at purple dusk amidst the oak trees which were golden at noon
That lonesome branch wishes to hide Apollo's gilded chest under its canopy keeping the warm to itself
For it knows there's much more to freedom than letting in the sunshine for a distant tulip
There's more than what meets eye of the people who have been born ignorant
Because the truth is unable to set them free no matter how much it tries to
Some people I have to thank for letting me stay here for so long. S. Olson, Indeed, Carlo C. Gomez, Traveler, Lure ***, From the Ashes, Melancholy of Innocence, Weeping Willow, Ghost of Jupiter, A Slow Heyoka, and the whole community.