Nakedness marks itself in age; comments are ends
Infirm; naïveté estranged is all but gone;
Brightnesses on brilliant surfaces blurr along
The way .Volition evaporates. Where means were, now are friends
Addressed as anticipations vanish while the veils are rent..
Wonders laced with repetitious evensong
Silence memories in chorus. Host to throngs
If not multitudes to deal with what is spent
No longer expected, witnessed only if in another lifetime.
There is no sure repose within a posse in martialled sally
Down the foot-sculpted steps that undermine the slopes of Holy Mountains
Chosen not by ambition in men nor piety in pilgrims but endless fountains’
Futile babbling from the masses, swamps and natural brine,
Subtleties of light upon lights on summits knowing nothing of valleys.