Loosened
from the crevices
of engorged founts…

But futile is the effort,
to pave the way
to our worth through
an unmanned portal.

Unwavering.
We continue to commit
to parchment and ink.

As determined orphans,
we let fall our thoughts;
Not from pursed lips
but forged hearts.

I took           
upon the moon  
to be my aide.    

As the stars.     
failed to show;    
Waylaid         
by the raucousness
of city lights.    

.