Sunsets blinding my periphery.
Along the edge of rolling seas
where once we walked defiantly
i find our tracks have been washed free
from their place in time. Yet still these
sunsets blinding my periphery
keep me wondering. In secrecy
the key is kept for passages
where once we walked defiantly.
In an attempt conceived from insanity
a plot wherein we overthrow these
sunsets. Blind in our periphery,
ignorant of our deficiency,
down long kings corridors we freeze
where once we talked defiantly
Testing our God’s ability
to shade our secrets and hide their shames.
Sunsets still blind my periphery
where once we walked defiantly.
