Buses weave in and between towns
Faster than the speed of light
Yet there is no highway.

Three line the edges, trustees
Betrayal flickering in their eyes
As she cries out, holding the little ones behind her

The caravans cannot cross the canyon
Milky, quiet and shy,
And the cupboards fall in sync
Footsteps of
Hayley and the Glass welding elder.

The palaces are stormed with red,
Fencers and Robin Hoods
All to the same end.

The mind is one of miracles.
Miracles we chose to understand.

The darkness screams.
Only for the ones who dream.