maybe one day
a stuttering light
will evade hindsight
to the paradox given
in the palms of my hand,
words spilled
~promises evaded
left to dwell alone
under the cast
of lampshade gone,
another severity
vastly overrated
sitting on a fence post
wild daisies swaying gently
seeking for the equilibrium
between earth and cloud
yet how can there ever be
such a thing
if the trees
only obscure the way