Roman

Grievous Sense

Wisp melodies sweet memories
across a rusting mind
until the land must be reclaimed
steel releases its binds

As a sector, water whispers
what is first is last
all the tops of mountain caps
whinge about the past

The sun abides the stony ides
light on doubled vision
care cannot remark these eyes
mighty troubled derision

Intuition smells a cat
as it is a mouse
and the victim must be ware
planning is a house