Comes a wind
That can’t be ridden
Comes a storm
That can’t be breached.
The unwinding of our time
Is picking up abysmal speed
And we can only stand aside
And blankly watch as it unfurls
While writing words of
Indecision on the walls
And waiting for the
Others to stand bravely forth
And fabricate escapes for we
Who don’t deserve tomorrows
ljm