We drift into and out of the light
casting shadows that catch us
erasing the night
raising statues to dead men and
drift off again.

When the men with the ***** have the walls to write words on
they will write up a storm to take down the statues
use crayon and paint to explain in some detail
the fall and the fail.
I sail with the pirates who sail on the sea where the light dips into the ocean for all men to be equal
for all men to be...
...the wind blows hard and the thousand yard stare stares icily back,
bolt action,my
reaction is to attack, but I throw
daffodils instead.