absinthe minded
signs of neglect
our leftovers
are deflected
deviating from
the roads you chose
prior to incarnation
can lead to
runny noses
and sore throats

i salute your course
through the dark wilderness
within your soul
threads are woven into seven braids
**** these ancient ways
religions are false stories of loss and gain
thrones contaminated
by blame and poor government
that is still the same
what art and vision
what trial and treason
what yearning and learning
you remain unchanged
despite lightning's descent
the heavens remain present
and absent forever