desire
cloaked in garb of need
we find our mind designed to blind
us of the raging fire
we seek stones and baubles and trifles
to trifle with
rifling through the past to siphon
hope from the horizon
to wit, only to see the world be ground
to dust, smashed to the ground
and your true goals to be found
in the shadow of what was once profound
but is now a funeral pyre














