A trip at the end of June.
One of those yellow summers muttered with new tales and new hormones -
Of gold and silver highlights -
Of diamonds and tampered addictions.
A flight quick as liftoff.
A hazed Horizon.
Why can I See only what Lies, but not beyond?
Why can I See only what Lies in my scope?
What Lies ahead Sees.
What Lies is Man.
What Lies Is.
What Lies Sees.
A day for the wedding.
Our glasses bubble beige and brown wheat -
Of a loss of tolerance as consciousness breaks from her lust-
Of a bland and stale sick addiction.
A tampered reminder of love.
A quiet Night.
Shall I Stay Here and Wait for Silence to Speak for Claims?
Shall I Stay Here and Listen to the Silent Muted Mockery?
Silence Listens to what is Silent.
Silent is Man.
Silence is Silent.
A week to explore.
Old Greek inspiration and thrift property investments -
Of colored splashes painting a wave of crackling stones -
Of seduction in structure and beautiful liberation.
A clear vision.
Might I Know more had I Known Truth?
Might I Know more had I Known Trust?
Man Knows Truth is Trust.
Man Knows Trust is Truth.
Man Knows Man.