Some thought a funny thing Deception flung her railing accusation If I banished my lust filled looking What would I do with this newfound implementation? Undeterred by incessant catcalls Hurled blindly from collage of obscured skyscrapers I kept marching 'round the city walls That castle in the sky clear through circular plankton vapors Journey of a thousand tiraded words languished in fractured first step Curled parchment flattened still between the lines expedition Time picked up in break neck pace from place initially crept Struggling with pessimism's cap so sincere would appear flow of well wishin' Chalking outline murder scene of old nature Still hung in a cloud unsolved despite investigation Skeletal structure sure but would integrity of blood endure? Pressing on in this dress rehearsal knowing at curtain call reveals immortal and incorruptible integration. 1-11-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson