A look to the edge of the earth,

the tendril roots

of lives of people past--

the ghosts of memory dance across

green cracks of grass.


Wake up to the wooden floors

of cool entities

when you sink into

the mist of self-delusion.

A slide of reds and blues and greens

dilutes the sheen of glass upon

the image lies.


The days of dreams create

the realm of redox.

Numbers on the wall

are times and dates and strangers names.


Wake up the loss of genius.