We scaled

the face of reason

to find

at least one sign

that would reveal

the true dimensions

of life...

lest we forget.



And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life,

with all of its misery and wretched lies,

away from harm.



We lay

by cool, still waters

and gazed

into the sun.

And like the moth's

great imperfection,

succumbed

to her fatal charm.



And maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love,

the victim of fools who watch

and stand in line away from harm!



In our vain pursuit

of life for one's own end

will this crooked path

ever cease to end?