eolian daydreams

daggered spires
tallied up,
lunging for blue,
vying to grasp
wonder and desolation,
the alleys between rife with hunters
hooded and choked,
weaving their way
through striated flues
to golden ledges flattered
with easy access to pools
awash in blustering vortexes
of energy and the elemental void
that are compelled
to wander echoing avenues
crowded with sun-glinted peaks
of sand-blasted hope
oh sorry....
no one told you?
none here for the wary

don't bother looking
for rouged promise,
it is like the wizened vegetation,
stunted and brown,
ethereal
invisible to the thirsting eye,
its manna
ice cold from the sun's blast,
sandy, vacant,
aloof with shadows
strident and shocking
in their greys

run through these
crowded channels
coursing with the anonymous,
run as fast as you can,
for if you get caught unawares,
the cessation of buoyancy is certain

utopia does not reside here,
it never has...
whoever told you this
was a flimflam savant,
one of those quixotic travelers
on the delusional road to
reality