At Naught

At... locations position in time scale in order pure Naught... Quantity of no importance complete failure this I am sure For you ride into the prisons gold Bent on passages that's already been told We are slightly above Angel's seven aged old We dream in Technicolor dreams believed, this we will achieve Now the four corners of this world Houses just one ceiling and 4 floors Masterminded your screams Caught up in dreams, eating desert drought You sought, you drink out of a dirty cup At naught, your presents is not found in the covenants And whose line is it that I must, trust I prevail at naught canvas not always a campus You see a "sea" not always a'C" anything tangible doesn't always feels Caught up in my dreams this is so real, surreal You've gotten caught maimed stealing from little children Got caught no trust in you fellow brethren Now you rest your laurels against the buildings At naught, AT Naught revealing No man, no one hands me juggernaut, yet no You threat watch you sweat who you gonna test Not your student or you pet In still in prisons of gold still on passages of gold Above angels of multicolor rainbows who can I trust, I must AT Naught ( by James E. Lee Sr. 2014 Semi-finalist winning entry National Amateur Poetry Competition/Eber & Wein )