Hazy Acres

There’s a place 

Without identifying everything 

Sensational truths sticking to our bones

Thin veils hang over to be removed 

As we become removed 

From ourselves in a defining program 

They cast their own symptoms 

As do each of us 

Hallways with no end 

Or ceiling 

Just sky 

To keep going along 

When its difficult 

When its limitless 

Pushing until the shoulders collapse 

Hard floor to catch it all 

Open hands are present if we see them 

Feels lighter these days 

Less trouble hanging on 

To not label the moment 

Expecting a shift

Simply to be swiftly taken 

Wherever the long swirling path might go 

Forgetting there is a path at all 

Maintaining a purpose without the visible 

Left the expectations of others at the last exit 

Moldy by now 

Nearly dead 

More so a weakening utility 

Kings with lights and compasses 

Queens carrying the central map 

In a flame with all the dreams 

Correlating notes left by you then drawn over by you 

Forgot to look both ways

Tiger eye frozen straight forward

Forgiving the fickle expecting routine 

Carve out newness in an old cup 

The stains can stay