The stone concept of contemptuous murder to idea, thought, desire,
we fight with dreams in days and night,
we strive against with internal fire,
doused again by doubt, and of remembrance rather forgotten;
blinded by shattered flame, foresight lost in the mist of steam,
of sizzling, dispersing dream.

Risk to consume tainted air, to capture particles of soul,
open wide arms, hearts, minds... to lies,
grasping wildly, discovering nothing of old.
Only new flesh smeared across the palm;
ash cooled -- heated resolution made frail and cold.

Form-fitting face-mask worn drearily, drawn daily
from fuel, smothered under the weight.