walk a bit slower
supported by a shoulder
stoic smoke dissolves
and thwarting silence stirs
forgotten melodies
carrying a tune
of serenity and peace
can you walk
to those precincts sans order
with calm continuity
countenance in chaos
bearing a glaring
that holds in its core
every future
no promises, yet
contingency
in creation and absurdity
contingency
in creation and absurdity