Dust
Shapes the become three dimensional after spending time in my mind
Recreated here to the speculation of others with similar intent.
Crown of thorns dispensed to the masses
Implying simplicity through gestures of intelligence
Actors take the stage as if nothing is happening
Burst of speed crashes into the backdrop exposing the directors ambivalence.
If you need a shoulder to cry on, do not look here,
Says the impatient rich lady awaiting her golden chariot
Her champion awaits his freedom
She expects patronage to cure the horror of her dreams
Six horses arrive late, wondering about the hawk flying above
Solitude is the punishment and the reward
Look skyward for your next mission
Soon to arrive on a golden parachute.
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