In Wars Chaotic Scene

 14 th April 2002.

Silence drifts infinitely in transcendence of steam,
And reclines in the hollows of the gaps in-between,
The days, the nights all are but a dream,
Asleep in the forks of a seasons fraying seam.

Weary the wee traveler entwined without ease!
The storm cannot awaken; it only chatters through trees,
Benumbed in the divisions, mortal shadows cast a darkening canopy,
Oh, how constant the follies on life's erroneous sea,

Still; the silence drifts infinitely in transcendent steam,
As the rains of insanity...............fill the gaps in-between,
The days, the nights become nightmares within the dream
And all of mans ideals, unties into shreds;
in wars chaotic scene.