fascination can be at shiny baubles
dangling like  dizzying beads sparkled
on success chains of lithe necks
or we those darker sides surveyors
of anything but gold
portraying the  tops of clouds
the other side of mountains
the side of the bead
against flesh feeling
but un-lightened
sweaty and real
the unopened letters piling up
in mailboxes fully stuffed
see
the other side I suppose
of the same coin the dark side of the moon
looking up
but down sequentially
prospecting
solutions instead of reward
the resolution
an end
sad it all is
how some are born
with no future