Is this all?
Dark as a hall
Candelabra
sheds drops of light
bright as the tears
of fear so near
the cheeks of peaks
as high as eagles fly
Escaping
Shaping forces
Courses
thru the veins
of claims portrayed
Arrayed
Displayed
Upon the canvas of conceptual deception
Correction
Edifice consists
of grains of rain
Contained
In whispers
Mister
Can you spare the time to find
out something bout yourself
To delve in doubt
depths left unimpressed
By dredges
Wedges
Driven deep
Into the meat
of living tissues
Issues forth
From sources such do not exist
Save on the lips and fingertips
of long road trips
at mother’s hip
As darkness slips and falls again