lofty dawn and sunlight forms
streams awash in colourstorms
the daze of night replaces itself
symmetrical frost glitters in grassy shelves
awaiting the improbable with fervor and naivety
justice is might, maybe some other day
kafka's amerika and orwell's new world
we are unravelling, our morality unfurled
unleash the demons and their saintly intentions
cast me forth into another dimension
i search for storms with no start or end
while others look onward and pretend
adieu