Easter is in Charlotte again with hemp in their lots the petrified scars' cry and lawyers will hold them recondite till the pandemic has closed their schools hitherto the government is another peltry year
I've been sent to prism For minor refractions My days of frequent violets Are now in the past As the light in me Is slowly emerging Tomorrow I'll open my eyes And find correction of vision Mingled with distorted spectrum
When answers to puzzling questions lead only to more confusion.
This is the second day of discourse And I'm still feeling worn My heart is torn, crying tears That mirror melting paintings And feet withering away On paths they tread on
My eyes are closing Only to dream of nightmares And these words unspoken Are all but ideas now
That have left their Stations of innovation Further to fade in my mind And further to drift apart From my creation.
This piece was written not necessarily as a 'part 2' to "Another Moment," but could be considered as such. It's a latter poem within the same vein that was conceived the same week "Another Moment" was written.