you say pray peace
cry your desolate tears.
even though i have faith you have none
look in the mirror it's not me it's you
cry desolate, desperate, sobbing confusion.
and questioning certains.
2. ode to keats
vision became focused
certainty leapt like the glittering diamond
knew further than future
death your inspiration.
driven through avalanche like fourwheeldrive
died of a bad review they said
get out more
time is precious.
in words, you said, life forever
he knew it,
so we do now.
find no satisfaction here.
look for nothing, for nothing is there.