byways

the answer in cold pavement
frozen rivers sculpted from
callous indifference; a purpose
to make way for fire-breathing beasts
of burden
the half-lit landscape spinning
through a void
only a few of us truly feel
truly see
alive only when we give chase
those who pass beyond the veil
are free to return laden with truth
unrecognized
the rest to simply ignore
sleep is NOTHING like death
no closer to freezing than flame
for within the deepest shadow
pulses the unholy rhythm
within and without
keeping time with the
distant hidden sun