Dawn breaks in Blue Sunlight,

Dead Mountains, far and Brown,

Sets the tone for the day,

Roadcuts that speak to the past,

Images, carved in time,

Tell tales we cannot comprehend,

Still, we exist,

A traveler sees things,

And misses what’s clear,

A pointless journey?

Eyes open, find color,

The depth and breadth

Of experience,

I see the past in my travels,

And marvel,

Clarity is all around,

Future achieved,

Now I can pass on…………..

The shape and form of the sex tentacle is that of Cthulu,

Devious is the form of the Dicksuckle,

Long prose has Damned be hailed!,

And nothing’s gleaming,

Fractals of diamond,

Glisten before me,

I’m blind,

Without sunglasses,

Life is cluttered,

With odd memories,

Things you won’t forget,

Like a song, 

Stuck in your head,

And recurring visions,

Overload is maddening,

I think I see,

some Truth in me,

As we all carry on,