Desolate Avenues

 

One does not seek these things

a mind enchanted

by the whispered prophecies 

of this age’s idols

cast in bronze

placed upon the steps of temples

facing the arrival of dawn

 

this early light

has revealed its omens

 

wandering down

desolate avenues

the wired surroundings emit their voices

 

a digitized serenade

drowned out

by the commotion

of steel and gasoline

 

a serene horizon

of starlight over takes

alchemy’s colors

our eyes resurrect past memories

 

through gateways of contemplation

this mystical essence

abounds this hour

 

my thoughts give way

to this fulfillment

***

 

June 17, 2017

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