torched veils

the horizon,
exiled
and contingent
lush
belligerent
and static,
what is it
you hunt for
while strafing
it's
ambience?

to the left,
hedonistic
wraithes
gather round
corpses
clad in
in mental armor,
the shellaced anguish
crushing

to the right,
wells of soulish
hunger
from whence a
howling
clambering
and clawing din
for immigrant's
affinity
can be heard

before you,
absurd
beasts
of burdonsome
demeanor,
thrashing
and gnawing
at life's
torched veils

and from whence
you came?
elemental scavengers
gather and romp
on your shadow's
berm,
barking to
one another
for affinity
and comedy,
your psuedo soul's
journey
buttoned and spent

the choice....
never an easy one
....is to decide
whether
to progress down
lanes oiled with
promise
and requital,
or to rummage
in place
for useless
compulsions
overloaded
with
emotion's
dross

adopt
a tedious furor
crave
stimulated somnolence
never move an inch
and you will soar
the ether's
vestibule