Lost under the moon tales
of rain over that valley a dozen
prayers to the city
overland
seek that partner for crimes
of commitment
Worship the future their
clean rides through panic
distant when torn from
the top
that list with
segregated seasons
variable vision corrected
by a lens dust corrupted
and peering through this murky
cloud gently laid down
by the Gods, never cruel
but their laughter poured out
as they sailed on by
this insanity forged
in the pits of the disfigured
a new disease to replace the old
that vanished back to the rising
arch, harsh fear over lands
muddled by decree