another morning too; drenched in dew
reminiscing coils of sapience
seen in all corners of the room.
searching for some sense
where there lives only nonsense.
growing insane trying to grasp
magic from mundane.

earthly idols: all turned stone
like resounding walls
juggling with no catcher nor clone.
circulating beings; pick one-
how? without seeing what's shown

discerning devotion
driven to sheer delusion
confounded by exuberance
where only fear and control roam
through narrow corridors within
these lovely two-story bones

unsteady. undone.
i know not
which battle to be won.

and i'm trying-
hard as i might
to see through
and capture holy sight
along this dim lit path
that leaves me alone
where feelings of wrath
have surely taken their hold

what lesson lives in loneliness?
left my thoughts here
just as the powers that be
seemingly have left me
to solitary discernment.
not the slightest bit concerned
repeatedly echoing
what an embarrassment

no answers
only questions
once the dream ends
retreat into imperfections