I sat here to ponder in resilient silence

the fleeting thoughts never uttered,

secrets hidden between three walls:

strewn dreams of crinkling beauty,

the crescent of a descending crone,

and the morose faces of midnight.

I ran into the fourth wall,

head on, and stumbled into

these crisp ashes and cropped patches,

for when I kept groping darkness,

I reached beyond the crowds

with hope, and I touched

the shadows of countless fading stars.

Yesterday, a compromise

between nostalgic yearnings from the past

and two barren walls,

with forty one ears and eyes looking in.

I wept as I felt, with the first tear,

that I was contained

in the quick sands of time,

and naked among the dolt leghorns.