When all around me begs of my eyes
To see not what I used to see
But gaze instead with eyes wide awake
Seeing all, but blind to daily lies.
Etched on graveyard walls with widowed cries
And upside down on church steps. We
Remember gardening without snakes
But now their hisses sound like sighs.
Poisoned innocence and hypnotized
Glancing off the alleys once free
From graffiti, now for goodness sake
It's painted over memories.
Pure beauty, cluttered, dark: you realize
To answer demands, guarantee
A foothold means your past is at stake.
Oh rather, innocent, let it die.
postscript
For day 29 of --the La'Tuin.