Sugar pops, hush, push the trash
I walked in the murk for a while
masked on the vast lonely channels
marked end on ends by the valleys
as minutes trend, the silence poked
distanced by those shadowy growls
at the cornered downy crossroads
the birds sung, the winds blew
the sun scorched, thunders ailed
grass on pebbles, grass on swamps
pebbles on ice, swamps on hills
wading the course of polluted seas
losing touch, a relinquished religion
losing time, a conceptual delusion
losing love, a prolific demolition
finding time for mere isolation
I walked in the murk for a shine
Sugar pops, hush, pull the flash