[...when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky...]
[...and what exactly is a dream
and what exactly is a joke...]
[...there is no sunken treasure
rumored to be wrapped inside my ribs
in a sea black with ink...]
[...and the veins within the whites are a statement of demise...]
[...like scattered black and whites...]
[...in my rear view mirror the sun is going down sinking behind bridges in the road
and i think of all the good things that we have left undone...]
