he thought he'd solve it all if only

if only for a moment he could watch -

free from reified thought

conditioned mind succumbing to abstractions

morning sunbeams hanging

from an unending sky

see past the artifice get on the fucking plane

and change your life

they promise, smiling as they give evidence

at the court of crossroads

the moment he lived it, truthful

it became, then, grey and unvarying as

murmuring life-denying monotony,

in 'becoming', universal truths

reverberate through the circuit of neurons

circumvent beauty and cut to the heart

the slate grey meaningless matter

he employed each coffee bleak morning to

immortalise deeper meaning on yellowing paper...