where did it go

the dream that you had

seduced your mind

and vanished

evasive vile nomad

–

once there was time

an endless field of hope

now it seems that nothing

becomes your chronoscope

–

should there be sadness

like a cloak of burning lead

should you drop the hammer

party with the dead

–

there’s no answers here

no alchemist or holy tome

no rebirth from the chrysalis

or mystical poppy foam

–

only you and i

as you read this now

I will show you madness

and milk the opal cow