I’ve been to the monument
and the inland sea ..

the land that time forgot.

where I walked between
the rising sun

and the trees of blackest night
with diesel’s mournful wail

beneath star filled nights
the midnight sun reflected

the moon and stars
along the rails of time

the trails of tears I walk

reflecting …

tears of lace
and wicked armor

bountiful treasures
wrung from innocent lives

endless tales of sacrifice and grief
told with hopeless glory

Tales of sweet relief
no longer the object of affection

abandoned buildings
interiors scorched, walls
rooms, spaces, hearts and diamonds
mirrored ceilings left hanging,
the scars of pain from inner sight
reflecting … wandering through
a world of virtual reality

love no longer the object of affection
Even the crazies can get crazier …