- Vol. 02
- Chapter 03
Image by Marc Schlossman
BlindersNever one to walk the straight and narrow,
I’m slipping time and meandering paths.
Though, I’m consistently equidistant
from my demons and my dreams.
My eves and morns a blur
between muted shades,
pallid palettes in tear-drunk days
and matte black nondescript nights.
There’s a curve up ahead,
but it’s always up the way a piece
. For in the now it’s merely pixilated motes
and dust driven dawns of another day.