Fallen onto broken stars
the guard marches along the boundary
that indomitable pitch of night
hanging above us all
forgiven and forgotten it never will be.
A moment to stay
and say what has never been said
even under the shining sun
a hand reaches past the sphere of life
breaching what is known
like it was always meant to.
The shadows are sly
like my weary mind in this canyon
a labyrinth carved from red earth
where the sky peers in
with the laughing gods of old
promising to renege.
It still tastes of sage
even rage can’t be my own
forever a fool in design
eyes blinking in reverence
even upon a false idol
who only brings me a cheap demise.