beneath the veil,
behind the bark,
beyond the horizon
streteches shadows
afraid of light

a faint glint wanders through
split contrasts of
blending bands from bellowing and chaotic boistering immaturity
of aged adolesences
too old to live
never alive to try

a tree sits alone
in open fields of endless nowhere
where dead things go to wake
as light blends prismatic hues
superimposing afterimage bounds of light curves
to obscure unipolar lineararity
painting space as time.