Mortared Brick the Fabric Cast

Asleep;
I am jamming the key
Within the door of:
Destination unknowable;
Hoping for a reprieve
That beyond
Lies some form
Of hope.

Dreaming;
The depth of vision stirs
The mortared brick:
Foundation unbreakable;
Promise layered with wish
That somehow
Beyond the wall
A truth

Awake;
With patent clarity
Reality watches:
Assimilation unavoidable;
Carefree cannot stand
That sighting
Desperation
We hide.

Alive;
The bonding stitch of cloth
Loomed in fertile past:
Creation undeniable;
Color runs the fabric dry
That weaver
Whose hands we chose
To forget.

“Mortared Brick the Fabric Cast” © John Anthony. All Rights Reserved.