Pain, Perfunctory, Resolute

Wisdom walked through endless shadows

plucking virtue from the vineyards that remained

Dancing beguiled, tripping over lantern’s light

searching for every surprise in your attempts to stun the moon

Serendipity scowls, for the lineament is under contempt, in which spasmodic corridors direct forlorn heartbeats.

Despair follows.

Huntress, oh you and your dart, crouching still within that bush, stirring deceptive javelins from a hibernation desperate for a deep sleep, drawing thus the ire of it’s fight

Pain, perfunctory, resolute

And it goes on, and on, and on, and again

Varnishing toxic twirling through
Obviously noxious arcanely strewn
Streamers of dust cloth clear the smoke
Pausing briefly to glimpse a view
Eyes
Follow
patterns

Obligatory hello/goodbye
Good sire do you have the time
Incoherently shutters up
Collapsing time against the cracks
Peer around to see who sees you seeing if they see you see
Slowly backtracking feet in syncope
Slight percussion turns around
Glad it was but a kid
"He's a rest, do you happen to have the time"

The passed out homeless guy scared her not,
yet a well-dressed man asking for the hour
extends her terror

Strenuous the sleeve of skin
Passing moments carving green
Tapestry or blanket shawl
Vacate a premise stalled
Loss of words
Lingo felt
Jargon
Therapy
Stutter
Stutter
Stutter

Jazz
Broken
Rhythm
Creates
New
Pathways
That most likely won't last either...