beautiful
fractals float
atop
the rotting wood—
wind-stains
adrift
slanted
dreams
a
felony of
groves
barren and forgotten
are
those moments past a reapers swing
gorgeous
surrender
tempt
me naught
for
the greyest cloaks of strangeness
guide
the shadows now
to
where the weathered stones denote location
to
where fragments bathe in muddied earth
it’s
message, is one of certainty
providing
clarity through dates and name,
leaving
but the questions mankind’s wrestled all his days
