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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