Ongoing

Five weeks to the call
Of the summer dawn
I waited for long
To breathe frozen air
Under lighter skies

Is it cool as I may
I do beg and pray
Find a place where heart flows
Out of damn furnace
Of what? I don't know

Doubting clouds overcast the skies
Paramountic pressures churning inside
Silly as it seems
Out of usual raying beam
Consequent of slag
Months of cerebral depravity

Light on the end
Oncoming avalanche or fairyland
Sloughting insights from limbical lord
Who knows what may I be prod
-- 3/6/02