The solstice sun emerges from behind a cloudburst
of emotions, sweeping the vales of isolation with light.
Unbeknown, within  the shadow of questions
lie impregnable fortresses with insurmountable odds
making every step a conquest of arduous insight.

We arrived at a point driven by relentless
unforgiving  forces.
far beyond the journeys we ever undertook
cascading in 33 waterfalls of knowing
yet unknowing of meanings and symbols.

In the silence of night before sleep captures
our imaginations and tumbles our dreams
in the dishwasher of sanity: I want to know this?

Did you, for even a split second kiss
understand
that our lives are turbo-charged with horizons
that hyperlinked to the beyond where nothing
can be explained as easy as it happened?

We were bruised and beaten in some
raging  fiery furnace on an anvil
where our silk-like flames merged and moulded
our thinking into a cartwheel of meaning
that rolls on a road to somewhere.

Yet we have no map to plot the next journey
into the Twilight Zone!

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 11 days ago