Into the sunburnt sun

Tassels dance

from the bars

I once gripped

so tightly,
against the wind and the rain.

Into the sunburnt sun.

Driving wheel or steering wheel.

is
the epilogue of a journey entirely crafted

on a simple axle?

Idle.

Chronicles of a Glass family or a Chronic town

worn as classic timepieces.

Deluged now with tireless scanning and pulsating clicking

flooded with over flowing
dross.

Eclipsed.

Before trenches were dug

lightness, loftiness

of being and believing.

Elated.

not the world's greatest ________.

how to reconcile these

middle ages?

Did empathy ever enter on crutches?

Did ambition ever arrive in an ambulance?

Does a mock execution ever persuade mockers?