beacon

wicked

as a dream

while your eyes are wild and open

to the sun

you can't help but only let

the light

go through

as it comes in

smothered

as a muffled gun

while your brain is like a beacon

and it faintly wants to shine

words you utter and spew out

are all blurred

they're all muddled

neutralized

c. Apr, 2000