A shade, providing a haven from
Ghosts, miracle workers and
Thieves of the mind and soul.
Strive with the strength you have
To commit, to dedicate, to infuse
More truth into this hollow mind.
A blaze, covering the innocents,
A squall puts the inferno out.
Too soon for a deep concern, too
Late for a valorous intervention.
As flies, cockroaches scatter across
My too darkened vision, too
Blinded adjustment. To meet such
A soul, amidst a path, rolling up
The autumn breeze into a ball.