like a vigilant watchman seems everywhere these days.
From its cold November gatehouse and portcullis,
It disseminates a reign of sinister and sudden end.
it reveals the hidden underbelly of life which is also
its polar opposition.
Yet, I am lured by its
silky sullenness for
A lack of reason.
A reason of lack.
Swept ever alongside this blindness
I still search for light.
~ spontaneously created by Stan Stewart
~ copyright 2015 by muz4now, inc. and Stan Stewart.