Dead Ends

The ocean jade, its white-veined waves, flush the sponge land, as dangled toes melt into sand. Far across the earth ends in a silver bright horizon... Almost blue then, there the sky, the water Transpose in sight Coalesce inseparably Those seas, those skies. I wonder why Our illusory eyes See not what is real but a trick of light The ruse marries us all And we walk a worldly aisle towards an altar lost in chaotic traffic. “Do you take this blemish of life To become your trusted husband or wife? To sell and be sold Like trinkets of gold A ring of wills To have and to hold?” For some feel entreated to win, no matter costs. To shackle our spirits in a burgeoning frost. Eternity is just across the sea and the sky but the star=shine no longer is visible. Cloud mocks the sun. Together we mingle with implants and robots Brains more than minds Through particular spots. Forever and a day does not make any sense. It never has. But it used to sound comforting. Look ye all To the majesty of darkness and see oneself, Or rather, not see. For there, merged with a lack of light hearts, never singular, ever broken in night. And the dead may rise And the living may fall And our paralysed eyes will wonder at it all. The end come quickly, pulses faintly stalled, for witchery’s magic spells out words For all and all time. So look to the jade and white-sinewy sea, to the far dome’s beginning where almost blue it seems. Definition between one and another disguised by delusion. And air floats invisibly smothering As we breathe and breed detached, insensate to such utter confusion. The light, the light fades from bright, Greys into ocular voids The light, the light flip shut glaucoma blinds. The windows darken... why, it’s nobody’s fault, for we all are invested like dollars in a vault.