Even the Crazies June 16, 2018June 22, 2018 I’ve been to the monument I’ve seen the inland sea .. I’ve walked between the rising sun among the trees of blackest night beneath the moon and star filled sky and midnight sun’s reflection. I’ve heard the diesel’s mournful wail along the rails of time the trail of tears I walk alone now, sadfully reflecting, mine. Through tears of lace and wicked armor I see tears of endless treasures wrung from faultless lies. Shameless tales of sacrilege and greed told with hapless glory ‘midst tales of cold belief; The lost objects of our affection seen rushing hrough abandoned buildings interiors with scorched walls through rooms and spaces, hearts and reason, through mirrored ceilings hanging scars of pain, lost inner light. reflections wander aimlessly in sightless worlds of virtual fantasy. With love no longer the object of affection even the crazies can get crazier. Share this:TwitterLinkedInRedditPocketPinterestPrintEmailMoreFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related