Disbelief in the Sun
A small cloud of betrayal with a frayed silver lining. The false gods and their understudies. The misplaced foot on a wet cliff. The great gray mind, sly and always on the move.
Cells fly like fireflies from the fast-moving dream. The hero’s journey is withdrawal, only a fool comes out to deal cards in life’s gambling hall.
The blasphemous are the anointed, men of god are apologists.
Nineteen heroes on a street corner, a sure sign of trouble.
The rain comes down and then we see what we’re made of. A clown wrapped in cardboard, unresolved conflict, disbelief in the sun.
Praise the moment in its pretty pink dress. What works today didn’t work yesterday and won’t work tomorrow.
The brash promise of the Hurdy Gurdy Man. The sales pitch of perception. The trunk filled with gold medals. The thin ice on which we resurrect our slim hopes. The missing note in an unobtainable octave.
We grapple with things that were never meant to be touched.